*Dragons are something else… *
Eric's wasted mind, with the highest level of focus, managed to achieve that thought by only putting all of himself into it.
*I was supposed to be the hunter, not the hunted… *
Had he been sober in a similar situation a couple of months ago, he would have probably already started venting his anger in the most obscene way.
He couldn't do it now.
Eve sat on his lap, deep eye contact linking the two.
Everything went south when Eric challenged Eve.
Unconsciously she undid her polymorphing ability as if preparing to fight seriously.
A silver aura around her, matching her waist-long hair, gave her a heavenly halo.
*She's definitely different from Rubra. *
His mind, experienced enough to get the crucial difference between the growing personality of Rubra and the completed masterpiece of Eve, was astonished by that refined beauty.
