Page 37 of The Death King
“Damn, you’re arrogant.” I looked at him once more.
“I’m confident it’ll feel right. I would take you like it’s your first time…because it is your first time.”
My neck flushed with heat, picturing him being slow and steady rather than hard and aggressive.
“I’d be gentle with you—just as I have been gentle with you up until now.”
“I’m a prisoner.”
“But not the kind of prisoner you were before. You should see how I treat my real prisoners…”
My eyes dropped again. “Tell me what I want to know.” I grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled my glass. But before I could take a drink, he grabbed the glass and took a drink.
He licked his lips before he returned it to the center of the table, like it was for us to share.
I didn’t touch it. Instead, I drank straight out of the bottle.
His eyes warmed in a slight smirk. “There are very few people in this world who have the ability to communicate with dragons. I’m one of those people—and so are you.”
He confirmed what I’d already assumed. “Why do we have this ability?”
“Because we’re part dragon.”
I inhaled a slow breath when I heard what he said.
“Dragons communicate by connecting their minds. We’ve inherited that ability.”
I took several breaths, struggling to understand this revelation. “Khazmuda can feel what I feel.”
“Because you’re the same,” he said. “We’re the same.” His dark eyes were locked on mine, burning deep into my soul because his stare was as hot as fire. “When you’re Khondexed, not only do you have access to their mind but their strength as well. An ordinary man can be the greatest fighter simply because he’s Khondexed with a dragon.”
“Khondexed?” I’d never heard such a word.
“It means connected in dragon speech.”
“Dragon speech? Dragons have their own language?”
“They did at one point. But that was a long time ago.”
“Why did that change?”
“Because they’ve become enslaved by humans.”
“Enslaved?” I asked. “Khazmuda said he’s not enslaved by you.”
“Because he’s not. We’re connected by choice.”
“How do you enslave a dragon?”
He gave a sigh, like all he really wanted to do was climb on top of me, not have a complicated discussion. “Dark magic.”
“Can you do dark magic?”
“No.”
“But you’re a necromancer.”
“How do you know that?” His eyes narrowed slightly.