I paced around Princess Lucille, shaking my head. “We have other things to worry about.” We had come to ground deep in the forest, in a clearing caused by a long-ago fire. It was isolated from any roads, far from any observation by brigands, cultists, or would-be knights. “What if I hadn’t been in time to catch you?” “If you hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have jumped.” A draconian fist slammed into the forest floor in front of me, the force of the impact almost knocking me over. “Frank,” she snapped at me. “It isn’t just your own skin you’re risking.” “I—uh—” “You could have killed yourself, and lost me any chance—” She sucked in a breath and I saw her lower jaw trembling. Damn. If there was anything more disconcerting than having a dragon angry at you, it was watching one about to cry. “I’m sorry, Princess.”
