CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
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A sound jerks Daela awake. It's a groan.
Her captor's groan.
Daela sits up and turns to look at the dragon who is lying beside her.
Drakar's harsh breathing and the fire crackling are the only sounds in the room. His body shakes, and he mumbles in his sleep. The guttural sounds that escape his parted lips remind Daela of a wounded beast.
The dragon continues to toss and turn while Daela watches with conflicted emotions. Her captor is having a nightmare.
Should she wake him?
Sweat makes Drakar's skin glisten. His murmurs grow louder, and Daela can almost make out what he's saying.
"Danaerys… No… Danaerys, please… Please don't!" Drakar gasps.
His brows tighten, and moisture gathers around his eyes.
Daela feels like this isn't just about physical pain. So this dominant dragon can be vulnerable too? He's not the savage beast at this moment. This powerful man looks deeply haunted. Daela finds herself suddenly curious about what he's dreaming about.
