The sound of the digital alarm clock jolted Asher awake.
They went at it for so long last night, it lasted until morning.
If he didn't heal Shery after every round, she might've ended up with internal bleeding from how rough it got.
She looked fine now, peacefully asleep beside him, but he knew he pushed her too far. It wasn't just her.
Ever since being with Hailey, his body had changed. His desire, his need to dominate—it only gotten stronger. Even Mirelyn was not spared from it.
"Where's Pantheon?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. The ancient dragon had a habit of disappearing whenever something personal was going on.
He stood up and snapped his fingers, dressing himself in an instant.
Next, he made his way to the living room.
There, a suit of black and red moving armor sat on the sofa—Pantheon's other form. It was the closest thing he had to a humanoid form.
(Brat, you really need to control that impulse of yours. I could hear that girl crying all the way until morning.)
