Here we go again.
"Oh god," Roxy gasped, her voice trembling. "Z... I didn't..."
She leaned in, shock marring her expression. Tears welled up in her eyes again, not the frustrated tears of overstimulation, but the hot, stinging tears of remorse.
"I didn't mean to!" she cried, reaching out but then pulling back, afraid to touch him again. "I'm sorry! I don't know what happened! My skin just... it felt like it was burning, and you grabbed me, and I just reacted! I'm sorry, Zarek! Please don't hate me!"
Jeez, okay, time out.
Roxy suddenly felt like she was no longer herself anymore, and it was the baby's fault, she was being too emotional, too cranky, and now this?
Zarek stood motionless by the bed. His golden eyes were wide, the vertical slits of his pupils dilated. He looked at his wrist, then back at her.
For a Dragon King, a creature of pride and fire, being struck was usually a declaration of war. In the wild, a female striking a male was a challenge.
