Bleeding Kingdoms
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Last published Wed, Oct 9, 2019
"What the hell?!" I scream.
"What do you mean 'what the hell' I just saved you!" I scowl at him.
"You saved me to use me as leverage! You think I am stupid?!" I yell outraged that he just tried to guilt trip me.
"Fine then, if you want to be a pain then." he says; I kick and struggle but to no use. He sighs and picks me off the ground, I scream as he throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey! You asshole!!" I scream, I can practically see the smirk on his face.
"Let me go!" I yell furious.
"Better watch that temper or you could get yourself into some trouble." he warns lowly, squeezing my thigh I yelp and my heart races.
"What the hell-" I am cut off suddenly I feel a strong surge of power beneath my skin sending goose bumps across my skin. The pull of a tie that has been familiar to me since Apollo, it is almost overwhelming, her mind is my own. There is a flash of black in the corner of my eye and we both turn to see Apollo, a black angel in the sky. She roars her fangs long and pointed razor sharp talons glint in the sunlight. She roars landing heavily on the ground she is a young dragon you can tell, but she is still deathly dangerous.
"Let me down Vincent." I exaggerate the t in his name, making sure I get my point across. He scuffs looking at her.
"What is that dragon going to do? Fire helps me." She senses the challenge and opens her jaws firing a ball of lightning it crashes to the ground in front of us. He doesn't move, turning to flee she tenses our connection tenses and I claw at his skin since he has no shirt on.
He is trapped... finally.
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