“No!” I screamed, abandoning my life magic on the dragon, letting her move normally, and sent wind sweeping out at Thrak as he hurtled towards the cave wall and a bone crunching impact. A sticky bomb. Mom xxx I would KILL! Lady Delilah never mentioned that. She roared again, her jaw snapping down. A tingle ran across my scalp as Angela fought to regain her balance. There was such a celebration. Of putting on my father’s flesh and cuckolding him. Her blood burned hot as it spurted from her wounds, splashing across my chest. She let out a bloodcurdling shout and then she changed. I reached out instinct. I drew it as I groaned, my side almost healed. It didn’t burn, the elemental protecting what I held and wore.




















