Page 50 of When the Moon Hatched (The Moonfall #1)

I was singing to Slátra while I dozed amongst her fluffy tail when the gates were suddenly lifted by the guards standing watch over the hutch. Through the door, the biggest Sabersythe I’ve ever seen entered, sponging the light.

A male climbed down off the beast’s back.

Tall.

Broad.

Beautiful.

Creators, he was beautiful.

There was something about the way he moved that made me picture a mountain crumbling.

He looked right at me through eyes like crackling embers, and I think my heart stopped.

His feet stopped, too.

That moment seemed to go on and on, and I almost begged Slátra to lift her wing and cut it off. Give me something to hide behind so I could catch my breath. She didn’t, though she did lift her head and growl in the direction of the massive dragon looking at us like we were in its sleep space.

To be fair, that’s probably correct, but this hutch is the only one Slátra was able to access in her injured state.

I didn’t bother to put my veil on. The male had already seen my face and the Aether Stone latched upon my brow like the disease it is.

He coaxed his beast back from the burrow, though he returned a while later without his dragon.

This time, Slátra didn’t growl.

He stole steps toward us, asking what happened to Slátra’s eyes—his voice so rough and thick and accented that I almost couldn’t understand his words, wondering how often he spoke. By the looks of all the scars on his arms, I’ve decided he spends most of his time screaming, not speaking.

He inquired about the last time I ate. If I was living down here.

I didn’t respond to any of his questions. Not because it’s forbidden for me to speak with strangers, but because I simply didn’t have it in me.

I’m tired.

Tired of losing things I love. Tired of trying to rip this stupid diadem off my brow so I can wield the power I need to get Slátra home and take my throne from the asshole who thinks he owns me. Tired of being spoken down to by males who believe they know what’s good for me and my kingdom I miss so much, now being run by a cruel, selfish, greedy male I wouldn’t trust with my worst enemy.

I’m just … tired.