“This is drakeshit,” Pelzyq muttered, glaring at Bax. Women were being raped or beaten while they remained hidden, doing fuck all. Pelzyq could hear their screams in his memory, feeling like a helpless child as Pavinax violated everyone he cared about.
“Qoryxa’s flaming eyes, boy!” Bax barked, his voice a harsh reprimand that cut through Pelzyq’s thoughts like a jagged blade. It was a phrase and tone he remembered well, one that set his blood to boil. He had heard it countless times in Pavinax’s homestead, a constant reminder that he was a failure in his father’s eyes. Bax could choke on a fucking sausage link. Pelzyq closed his fists, ready to knock the balding cuckold into the snow.
The blizzard began to relent, revealing the intensifying gelubor fires. Lexyn worked to keep Zyrxl from charging toward the inferno. Pelzyq couldn’t stand to see her struggle, and for a moment, he forgot about the balding fucker and the atrocities happening above.
His feet moved of their own accord, carrying him toward Lexyn. He reached her side just as Zyrxl began to drag her toward the flames. Pelzyq stepped in front of the drake, wrapped his arms around the creature’s neck, and barred its path.
Lexyn held with him, her warmth pressing against his side, while she spoke in that warm, smooth, husky voice that he loved more than any other. Her words had a magical effect, calming not just Zyrxl, but Pelzyq himself. When she spoke, the echoes of Pavinax went silent.
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Lexyn cocked her head at him, her blue eyes sparkling in the flickering light, and Pelzyq was certain he’d never seen a more beautiful sight than her grateful smile. “Thanks, Pelzyq,” she said, her voice warming the very depths of his soul.
Pelzyq gave her shoulder a friendly pat, her warmth giving him a rare moment where he didn’t feel like a piece of drakeshit. “Anytime, Sexy Lexy,” he said, trying to subdue the pounding in his chest.
She crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and scoffed, but he saw the way her lips turned upward. Pelzyq had to be careful here, sensing the heat between them. He knew he was cursed, that nothing good would come of kindling the flames, but he couldn’t stop tossing logs onto the fire.
“I mean it,” he said softly, wishing he could wrap his arms around her and let her know how much he cared. He wanted to shield her from this shithole of a world they lived in, from the destruction and misery that seemed to follow him and ruin everyone he loved.
She met his gaze and took his hand, her touch grounding him. He had never felt so seen or so warm. “I know you do,” Lexyn said, her voice a soothing balm. “I’m here for you too.”
The music atop the hill ceased, the melody replaced by the ominous crackle of the flaming forest. The blizzard continued to weaken, its fury diminishing as the fire gained power.
Lexyn gave his hand a squeeze. With a nod, she let him go and nocked an arrow, her eyes fixed on the gate above. Her focus was unwavering, Pelzyq resolved himself to do whatever it took to keep her alive.
He drew his axe, crouching beside her behind the cover of a boulder. On the verge of battle, he felt more at peace within himself than he could ever remember. For the first time in years, he had something to live for other than killing his father, and that realization was a warmth that spread through him, igniting a fire that even the fiercest storm couldn’t extinguish.