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Chapter One
Leonidas needed a way to die.
He ran straight at the cave wall, head first, and bashed himself senseless. At least, he vaguely remembered doing that when he woke up with his scaly dragon face flat on the floor. It was stupid, but it was worth a try. His wyvern form was even tougher than his normal bullet-proof skin and inherent dragon healing powers. He’d tried slashing his wrists, but his fae runes just scurried to heal them. He could keep re-cutting, but when he passed out from the blood loss, the wounds would heal, and he’d wake up still very much alive. Repeated attempts just kept him out longer while his blood regenerated.
It was fucking hard to kill a dragon.
He dragged his sorry wyvern ass up to front of the cave—ti was a pocket of mountain he’d carved out over a decade ago, once he got close to the end of his days. At least he’d made it to his tomb before he lost his mind entirely, which meant Rosalyn was safe from his wyvern’s savage need to take her by force, seal her with his dragonfire, and then rape her until he impregnated her with his child. A shudder ran through him with that horrifying thought. He’d flown away from the keep as fast as he could, then he’d thrown up the protection runes around his tomb that would forever lock his beast inside. His wyvern, with its beastly mindlessness, would be trapped, unable to open the magic cage he’d summoned.
The only problem? Half a day had passed, and he was still in his right mind.
Leonidas sat at the lip

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