“Where are you rushing to, pretty?” I hear a familiar voice and turn around. Said, it seems. What is he doing here? “Do you want an abortion?”
“What? This isn’t any of your business…”
“Even more than you think, considering you’ve had my child.”
“You did this? You pumped me up with something and then used me? I’ll have an abortion—and then I’ll send you to prison!”
I take a step, but he yanks me toward himself and lifts me into the air. I scream for help, but there are no knights—only a dragon shoving me into a car.
“You monster! Let me go! I have a guest—!”
“There will be no guest and no abortion. You’ll give birth to a child—and the next one too—until I say ‘enough’…”
“What? On what grounds?”
“Based on my wife’s status…”