Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord

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ust and fear. A dragon-hide whip, soaked in salt water, tore across the skin of my back. Th

rs. Hayes and Poppy, pleading for me. Their cries were quick

ng publicly shamed for an accusation of adultery I didn't commit. Fragments of my modern world-the sterile scent of

. The dragon lord, with his brilliant gold hair and ambe

glittering in the sun, while I was dressed in a roughspun prisoner's tunic. This

emember the price of betraying the Alvarez name." He rai

g for the impact. But the seari

s flew open. I twisted, my muscles screaming in protest, and saw my five-year

k of pain, but his ice-blue eyes were fixed on Caelus wit

interruption. "Get out of the way,

bled, but he didn't move.

onsumed by a fire I hadn't felt since I'd arrived in this world. I was no lo

rned through my min

ance of a five-year-old, raised the whi

olonnade. Catharine Craig, dressed in a sky-blue silk gown embroidered with subtle, silver

arm. Her own blue eyes were filled with "concern." "Losing y

oward Aethan and me held a flicker of triumph.

htly under her touch, but h

worthless as his mother. Drag h

their hands reaching to

n cried, his small ha

ade twisting in my gut.

strength I had left. I pulled Aethan under me, shielding him, and my voice,

in that single word made everyone,

erous dragon eyes, start

ld have cringed and looked away. But I stared directly into

p of ice. "If you dare touch my son again

ver the courtyard. Ev

on the verge of being whipped to de

's face froze. She loo

profound fury. He felt his authority had be

ppressive pressure of a dragon's presence radiated from hi

hat did you just say?" he ground out, his voice a low growl