The Crown of Velkaris does not run. It walks. It commands. It delegates. Maddox told the Crown of Velkaris to go fuck itself and covered thirty feet in under two seconds.
He dropped to his knees beside Guinevere. One hand found the small of her back, while the other tilted her chin up so he could see her face. Blood was still running from her nose, much worse than he thought.
He was about to pick her up when she jerked away from him violently. It took him a moment to understand, she was stifling dry heaves, trying to not be sick in front of five hundred people. He couldn't blame her there. Dignity in the middle of a crisis. She would have made an excellent dragon if she weren't already the most frustrating wolf on the continent.
The sound she made on the next one went through him like a blade he couldn't pull out. His dragon threw itself against his ribs in panic. The beast that had been purring against her minutes ago was now clawing to get to the surface because she was hurting.
