Pretty Painful - K.A Knight Page 0,43

trying again. “Warrior, I want to be the warrior,” I say stronger.

“The warrior and the dragon, I think they make a pretty good match.” He grins, both of us letting the pain flow through us but not overwhelm us. We let it fuel us and guide our decisions, knowing what the cost of life and making the wrong call is. We know death, we know pain and heartache, and together we will know love.

Mishal

We sat in the forest for a while as we rebuilt ourselves, readying for what might come. I’m constantly astounded by my mate’s strength. She picks herself out of my lap, her chin tilting up like a queen in court, and offers me her hand. “Let’s go and make them pay.” She nods and I grin.

Taking her hand, I weave our fingers together before dropping a soft kiss on her lips. “Together.”

Leading her through the forest, we reach a curving road that heads into the city. I picked the end closest to the warehouses I spotted when flying over, so it shouldn’t take too long, but I would like to get my mate some clothes and not have her walk all the way naked—a dragon flying through the city and landing would cause too much of a stir.

Grumbling, I push her behind a tree, ignoring her incredulous noise. “Shh, little one, stay there or I’m going to have to kill someone for seeing that body. Feel free to walk around naked all the time at home, but outside, clothes, clothes are good,” I mumble, heading to the road, completely naked myself, but I am used to it.

The road isn’t very busy, but I wait until I spot a yellow vehicle speeding along, the word taxi painted along its side. I step in front of it and it squeals to a stop, the man behind the wheel gaping at me. I slowly walk around and he sticks his head out of the window.

“What the hell, man? Why the fuck are you naked, were you robbed or something?” he yells.

“Yes.” I shrug. “I need clothes for me and a woman, and a ride to the warehouse district.”

“Eh, sure man. I don’t know if I have any clothes, definitely none that will fit you. Fuck, you’re a big bastard.” He gawks, getting out from the car. I don’t move back and he squeezes down the side of it, throwing me look as he mutters under his breath, before popping the trunk and rummaging through. My eyes go back to Dabria to see her poking her head around the tree.

If he sees you, he dies, I tell her casually, and she sticks her tongue out and hides back behind the tree, making me smirk.

He will give us a ride, it’s his job, just tell him you have money.

We have no money.

He doesn’t know that,

“Hey, big bastard, I got a blanket and a spare shirt,” the man calls, slamming the trunk as he makes his way back to me, the items held in his hands.

I grab both with a nod. “Wait here, we have money.” I turn and head back to my mate, leaving the man confused in the middle of the road.

“Sure, err, I’ll just wait here!” he shouts cheerfully. “Weirdo,” he mutters when he thinks I can’t hear.

I head behind the tree to a waiting Dabria, and pass the shirt over with a crinkle of my nose, hating that she’s going to smell like another man. It will drive my instincts crazy.

“Why don’t you just bleed on it or mark it?” she jokes, going to grab it from my hands, but I pull it back with a grin.

“Good idea, little one.” I pass her the blanket and she clutches it to her chest as I grab the shirt and rub it against my chest, making sure to scent mark it really well before passing it back over.

She watches me with an open-mouthed, incredulous expression. “I can’t believe you just did that, why don’t you just piss on me and mark your territory?” she scoffs, grabbing the shirt and pulling it over her head, hiding those delicious curves from me. Leaning in, I sniff at it, happy it smells like me and her now, and not some strange man.

I pretend to think about it, and she smacks my chest, muttering about men. Grabbing her, I kiss her hard before pulling away with a smug smile.

“Here.” She thrusts the blanket at me and I grab it, wrapping it around my hips and