Kohl

Kohl's heart hurt as if it had been raked with burning tongs until nothing remained. As protest, his body refused to shift into his dragon-form and he remained human. Probably because his wing had been torn and was healing. He hurled aside the larva delicacy with blood-wine sauce. The metal bowl hit the wall, then rattled against the cave floor.

Inside his chamber, he paced. Was Isabelle all right? Had she had the abortion yet? His human mother had died while ...