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Broken Secrets

Chapter Sixteen

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Carenath moaned, on his back with his paws resting, softly and reverently, on Sasha's stomach, completely and utterly in awe of her. The blue dragoness was so strong, yet they were equal partners in lust in that moment, giving one another as much as they took. The rise of her pregnant belly had become more obvious in the couple of months that had passed since Fyr leaving and Sasha telling her younger lover and partner that she was growing his dragonet in her belly, the dragoness four and a half months pregnant by that time. She could have hidden her pregnancy under her clothes if she wanted, during her second trimester, but it was not the sort of thing that she could hide when she was naked, on top of the drake, his shaft filling her perfectly.

"Yes... Car... Ohhh..."

Sasha moaned aloud, her head rolling back, the bed creaking faintly under them, though they had changed it for a newer model, a new mattress that better suited them both. Who knew there were "mattress quizzes" that couples could take to find out what suited them best those days? Things really had changed a lot, but Car was better clued-up on things like that than she was, moving along with technology, step by step, simply as he carried on with his life.

He'd tried to get her to put baby apps and the like on her phone, even though the dragoness had scoffed at that and told him that she'd never needed anything at all like that when she had been carrying Fyr and Kao as eggs. It wasn't going to change when she had her third child, the one belonging to her and Carenath.

He was a drake, however, who was easily swayed by her and her body, enjoying how her breasts had grown fuller and larger, a glow about her striking blue scales. Pregnancy surely suited her and he grunted, pushing up from the bed with his tail to spear sweetly into the heat of her pussy while she sank, riding him. Their bodies moved together as if everything were in perfect symphony, yet it was merely in testament to how well they knew each other's bodies after such time together and spending so much of that time together.

The fact that Fyr had left and that side of their lives was a mess after Car cheating on Sasha's daughter, well... That was a dirty little secret that was better shoved right up into the back of the closet, where it belonged. They didn't need to worry about that, not at that time, as much as it remained a sharp blade lodged into their abdomens. The drake and the dragoness were all too aware that it had been them that had stabbed a much larger knife into Fyr's back, twisted and jabbed it deep so that it could not be wrenched free.

They would deal with that as they could, even though Car was not in much of a position to support Fyr in any way: her mother still could. And he could by not causing the dragoness that, truly, he had also loved any more pain than he already had. He had never fallen out of love with her, though the drake did not understand how that made it possible for him to have completely fallen, head over tail, for Sasha too.

The dragoness groaned, her wings snapping out to either side of her body in herald of her orgasm, trembling stringently, her pussy squeezing around him. She panted heavily, a little light-headed, and, still, she could not help smiling down fondly at the drake under her, holding his paw tightly in hers, though she could not tell just when his paw had slipped into hers. It felt right there, like it belonged, yet the pull and throb of climax swept her away from all rational thought.

His thick cock pulsed, aching deeply, though he didn't need to hold off. Living in Sasha's house with her (their house), they could do what they wanted whenever they wanted, building a life together and, of course, loving one another. One orgasm then did not mean that another even better one would be off the table later.

They could have everything they wanted and more, taking pleasure in their bodies moving together, Car thrusting up with the aid of his thick tail, a low growl rippling down his lips, the line of his muzzle. The drake clung to her paw as if for dear life itself, his other paw on her stomach, refusing to move from the rise of new life even as orgasm roared through him.

His balls ached, sending thick ropes of seed up into her, Sasha whimpering sweetly on top of him, shifting her weight, right where she was, his cock filling her. She bore down with a wicked little smirk on her lips, tail twitching back and forth, her sex tight around him, clenching and squeezing, even though her control over her muscles down there was not as great as it once had been. That didn't matter too much, not to her, but it helped a little when it came to teasing plays on pleasure, increasingly so.

When every last drop of the drake's cream had been slipped up where it belonged, she allowed her body to relax on top of him, Car's arms going easily around her, wrapping her up in a hug. It was the kind of embrace that made it seem as if they had been together for much longer than they had, even though so much had been experienced even in those months that neither dragon could even consider taking anything back.

No... No, it was not for them to take back what they had chosen, as if an invisible pull had drawn them on, step by step, as if they simply could not be apart. His paws swept softly down her back, fingers massaging down the line of her spine, over the muscle on either side, Sasha murmuring her appreciation.

"That feels so good, Car... Mmm..."

She trembled under his paws, tail flicking lazily back and forth in a shaft of late morning sunshine. With how things were between them, they hadn't even bothered closing the curtains, for it was not as if there was anyone out there that could have seen past them to the couple within anyway. No more need for secrecy, no more need to hide... It was nice to be like that, even if the path to them getting there had been more difficult than either dragon could ever have imagined.

Their days together were domestic, light and gentle, exactly what they needed. They didn't need their moments together to be crazy and frenzied, not in that way, not when there was so much more that they could do together.

He went with Sasha to her ultrasound appointment, holding her paw, on all records as the father of her baby, the egg inside her that would, of course, have both a laying date and a birth date, as was customary for dragons. Both dates would be celebrated, but the birthday was the more important one, because few in the world could justify two big celebrations, especially when there was only usually a month (perhaps two, depending on the egg) between laying and hatching, the true "birth" of any dragonet.

The doctor, thankfully, was kind enough not to question why there was such an age difference between them and the thing with soon becoming a father was that he had to "grow up" more quickly than expected. It helped that he was in work, however, able to work to provide a living for his new little family, making sure that Sasha would not face any hardship, of course, for the fact of her falling pregnant. It had been both their faults, but something that would bring them into a better way of living, focusing their lives, for the sake of it.

At the kitchen table one evening, dining in there because Sasha didn't like to be pinned back too much on the soft sofa (she'd been talking about replacing it in yet another act of domesticity and nesting behaviour) especially when she was eating. The dining table, in a separate room, was too formal for both, though Sasha could not honestly remember a time when the room had been used all that much. There had not been big family gatherings and dinners many years ago, but she had enjoyed hosting Easter and Christmas in there for Kao and Fyr. In their own way, they had made their own little family after things had gone awry.

Kao wasn't there anymore. Thankfully, with the drake nearing the end of high school, he had plenty of friends and most of his exams were already done, so she could only hope that her relationship with Car had not changed that much. His stuff was still there, most of it, because the dragon couldn't cart it all off around with him, staying with a friend whose family he had been close to for many years. They probably just hadn't expected the young dragon, who was the spitting image of his mother, to move in after his mother had gotten together with another dragon who was only a few short years older than him.

She couldn't get him to talk much on the phone to her, but there was enough for her to feed him money, Kao telling her that he was, sort of, planning to head off to live with a friend in another state. At least he was aiming on going to college, though they were still in the same town currently, both him and Fyr. She wished that meant that she could go to her daughter and her son alike, but she had to give them space, for her and Car had done something that could never be taken back.

Sasha closed her eyes. Maybe things would have been better if she had met Car first, but there was too much to be unpacked there, things that could only come to be understood in time.

Still, the moments she could relax into were held in the curl of Car's tail, the drake holding her tail lightly with his under the table, talking as they ate.

"I can't wait to see them when they're born, I bet they have your eyes," she said softly, dreamily, for one thing that being with Car allowed all over again was for her to dream. "They'll be so bright, so sharp, so intelligent... We'll do everything we can for them."

She said it with such certainty that she could not help tipping towards the drake a little, her tail tightening around his, enjoying the lamb casserole that he had made for her. It was reheated from a batch that the younger drake had cooked at the weekend, but she appreciated that he went to such lengths to make sure that she had food that did not unsettle her stomach at all times. Morning sickness, especially for dragons, when their bodies needed to take the vitamins and minerals necessary from their diet to form the shell of the egg, could be particularly erratic. She only wished it was the same for every egg, though it was likely that that one would be her last.

That was why she carried it so carefully, taking him to bed with her after dinner, the plates and cutlery in the dishwasher. Like so many things around the house, there were little things that could be done to make sure that Car was able to keep up with his work while she didn't have to stress, from the dishwasher (meaning no more washing dishes themselves, not most of the time), a robot vacuum that trundled around, taking care of most of the floors for them, the garden trimmed down so that there was not too much work to be done come the summer months. The cold of winter had not helped all that much with motivation, but in the earlier months of the year with spring rising again, tempting them into lighter joys and new beginnings, Carenath had found a new lease of life.

He'd had to, for Sasha and their baby. With a direction, he had a purpose.

That night, in bed with Sasha, she whispered to her and curled up with his head on her chest, listening to the beat of her heart.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, plying her with compliments, yet Carenath's adoration for her only grew. "I hope I can keep the garden okay for you, this summer, after they're hatched. Do you think the egg will hatch by Autumn? Maybe even in the last months of summer?"

She giggled, blinking girlishly at him, stroking her fingers lightly around the base of his horns. The drake shivered pleasantly.

"I hope so, both Fyr and Kao were keen to get out of their eggs. We'll have to see how big my stomach gets though, a larger egg might take longer. But that will be fine, just fine... I'm not worried about it at all..."

"We can put a trampoline for them," he murmured, kissing her neck softly as the dragoness gasped. "Out... Out in the back garden. They'd love that. I really liked mine when I was younger."

"Mmm..." Sasha trembled stretching out a little under him, though it was tricky for the dragoness not to allow her eyes to twinkle a little with horny mischief: being pregnant could most certainly do that to them. "Oh, that will be lovely. I can already see them out there...bouncing... I don't think I'm going to be doing much of that though!"

She laughed, making yet another joke as to her being a little on the older side, but that did not mean that she was not still spritely, not still strong. Car knew that too, grinning as he nipped passionately at her neck, pushing himself up and over her with his tail, slowly, swinging back and forth.

"You've changed my life forever, Sasha," he whispered, dropping a tender kiss full of promise onto her nose. "And I am so glad for that. I always will be, forever."

"Mmm, good," she purred, her arms around him, sliding her fingers over his shoulders, around his traps. "Because you've got a lot of learning to do quickly. But don't worry, sweetie, because I can help you, I'll always help you. Together, I know we can do this."

He murmured, kissing her deeply, though the moment for talking was gone, their kiss deepening rapidly, tongues tangling, needing one another all over again. The passion was there and they had to let it free, had to allow it to soar, aching deeply for each other as they clung together, rolling over in the bed, tails twisted together.

"Ohhh..."

Neither knew truly which of them had groaned, though it did not matter, not then, not as their clothes were dragged off hastily, lust and love getting the better of them. They didn't have to hold back anything, not together, not with the softness of night wrapping around them, the muted light from the lamp on the bedside table casting their bedroom and their bodies into a soft glow. Although the photos of Sasha and her family were still there, they had been tucked up onto the dresser, a little further away, a new photo in a frame of her and Carenath on the bedside table, always where she could see it.

Yet there were things, even in her current pregnant state, that could be enjoyed, even if they might not have been considered typical of pregnant dragonesses. With Car's permission, the drake's tail doing that little "twitchy" thing that she loved so much, she eased off the bed to slide on one of the strap-ons that they had come to enjoy. That pair was easy for quick use, a pair of panties, in a way, with a hole in it that fit several of their favourite dildos. A purple dildo with a defined head and glands and smooth, matte finish eased through the hole, settling nicely against her crotch with the flat base.

"Now, drake..." She purred, flirting as the tip of her tail waggled back and forth suggestively. "Perhaps it's about high time, hm, that you lifted your tail for me..."

He moaned. Was there anyone sexier in the whole world than Sasha wearing a strap-on? The problem with that one was that there was not a part on the inside that could be slipped inside her or press up and over her clit, which was a shame, but he would see that she was well taken care of afterwards. He always did, regardless of just how well their fun and experimentation in the bedroom played out.

He laid back on the edge of the bed for her, his legs splayed apart and hooked up lightly towards his chest with one arm tucked under his left leg. He used his muscles to keep the other lifted, though it would help some when Sasha pushed over him, the strap-on dildo pushing deep into him. His cock swelled to attention, balls aching, a sense of tightness falling over them, as if he was looking for something more, lust tingling at the back of his mind. Yet it was only his body and mind striving to make sense of sensation, the pressure urging him on as his thick cock throbbed and pulsed, pre-cum dripping readily from the tip.

"Mmm... Oh, yes..." Carenath moaned, gripping Sasha's shoulders and running his paws down her sides to her buttocks as she leaned over him, the weight of her growing belly throwing off her centre of balance just a little, but not too much. "Yes... Oh, you look so good with that one..."

Sasha poked her tongue out at him cheekily, slipping her lubricated fingers over the toy and into his hole. Only briefly, of course, because there was not too much stress to worry about there.

The tip of the toy pressed up to his anal ring and the drake tried his best to relax, despite his excitement, wanting to rock his hips up. Such a position had him helpless, kind of, but in a good way, all in such a way that his body wanted her, the fullness in his tail hole spreading and spreading as Sasha bore into him.

Being pegged was a kind of pleasure that the drake had not known how to take, though he loved how he still got to experiment with her. He would never have wanted everything to simply fade away after her pregnancy, although his lust probably wouldn't have allowed that to be either way. He groaned, tail swinging back and forth where it hung off over the edge of the bed, curling it possessively and lovingly around her ankle, though they loved one another perfectly, exactly the way they were. Despite how their relationship had begun, it was perfect the way it was.

For them, at least, his cock throbbing, aching, desperate for it as she pushed into him more and more, rocking her hips, watching him. It was about Car that time, all about the drake's pleasure, though Sasha was more than willing to deliver it to him, stroke after stroke of the toy driving deep.

"Mmm, does that feel good, honey?" She groaned, relishing in something of a more dominant role, as gently as it was taken between the two of them. "How...mm...deep I am inside you?"

He moaned, losing himself in a world of Sasha's choosing, eyes open, fixed on the hypnotic spell of the blue dragoness above him, her rich, blue scales reminiscent of the night sky. Oh, how he hoped he would never, not once in his life, have to go a day without looking into her eyes ever again...

Yet pleasure had his cock throbbing, dripping pre-cum over his belly, his cock so large and so heavy that it was difficult for his body to make it protrude straight up from his belly. As Car's legs pushed back a little further with greater flexibility that he had only recently gained, the pleasure intensified, flooding him deeply the toy pressing up to his prostate, which he could only tell as his dick twitched in response. There was so much about his body that, even then, he felt he was yet to learn - but at least he had a lifetime in which to do so, all with Sasha, all with the very dragoness who was the light of his life and so much more.

Their moans rose in the air, though hers were of a different variety, relishing in the dominance of pushing him closer and closer to the edge. For Carenath could not hide anything from her, much less the little wrinkle on his muzzle that arose from such tension, right at the pinnacle of him climaxing, the point of no return.

And he tipped over the edge just as he had so many times over, moaning and arching his back as if he was trying to thrust himself even more desperately onto the dildo, though she held him in place. The dragoness' eyes fixed on the toy, where it disappeared into his body, marvelling even then at how much he could take, though it was not the largest of the toys in their collection.

He really was something special, her lovely drake, though she could not imagine a life, not now that he had so passionately entered it, that was at all without him. She stayed there, thrusting and grinding at just the right angle to make him whimper, pushing his head back, horns digging into the bed, luring him through every pulse of orgasm. He spent his cum over his own stomach, creamy droplets splattering, leaving a pearly, swirling mess over his bronze scales, though the clean-up of their fun really was the very least of their worries.

They had more to concern themselves with, like sweet kisses shared as Carenath pushed up off the bed, intercepting her as she withdrew from his tail hole, helping her get the strap-on off.

"Mmm, now it's your turn," he growled against her lips, swapping places with her on the bed, though he crawled up with her, licking his lips. "You can't go without, sweetheart, I promise you that..."

She knew he would never allow that, of course not, not when the drake was able to give her pleasure. Sasha stretched out luxuriously on the soft sheets, one paw resting protectively on her belly, all as Carenath dove between her thighs.

"Mmm..." He moaned into her sex, eyes closing, languishing in the moment, right where he was. "You taste so good... Sasha... Mmmph, you're so wet... You really...mmm...like pegging me...don't you?"

It was not a question that Sasha was at all obligated to answer and she only did so with a moan, closing her legs around his muzzle and squeezing lovingly with both thighs. There was nothing else she could do other than rock her hips up, grinding onto his muzzle, her body primed and tingling for orgasm with luscious trembles of stringent ecstasy.

But not yet, not quite yet, not as she lay with her arms flung out behind her, her head turned sideways onto the pillows. She bucked her hips up against his muzzle, seeking out that tiny jot of additional pressure on her clit, though Car, as always, was more than willing to go the extra mile for her, ensuring her complete and utter pleasure.

His tongue snaked deep as she panted, the dragons losing themselves there, as if the outside world did not matter anymore. Her tail curled back and forth across the bed, brushing his ankle, contemplating snaking back around his leg, but she left him free to do as he willed. It had been enough to put him in a bottom position for a little while, whoever was on top between them swapped back and forth in the bedroom, though it was something that they would continue to experiment with. Doing only one thing, after all, forever would have been boring indeed.

Still, there was little finer pleasure in life for Car other than eating her out, savouring her essence, the dragoness' juices coating his muzzle while his cream dried on his stomach - wasted, but only for a moment. She groaned and clung to him, her paws on his head, his shoulders, around the back of his neck and fingers curling around his horns, not knowing where to put her paws at all as the pressure deep within her swelled and swelled.

She had it, all exactly as she wanted it, moaning, whimpering, letting her lust show through full and clear. His tongue curled up deep inside her, hitting that special spot, her G-spot, but raking over it in such a way that Sasha knew she could not hold back, that there was no possible way for her to restrain her pleasure.

And, so, the dragoness chose not to, filling the bedroom with her cries as Carenath moaned into her pussy, his tongue snaking up more and more deeply inside her, feeling as if he was tickling her innermost barrier, yet he was still so gentle with her that he didn't cause her any strain at all. Her hips rose and thrust back against his eager nose, whimpering, grunting, needing it all, every moment, everything exactly as it was.

Between them, Sasha would not have changed a damn thing.

Carenath lapped up every drop of her climax, eating her out, purring between her thighs even as he nuzzled into her scales. And yet the night would see them curled up together, content in the warmth of one another, his paw resting on the swollen rise of her pregnant belly, the lust that they shared paling and softening in comparison to the love. It warmed them through on the coldest of nights, though warmer days were coming for both, easier days, days that they had not considered could be theirs to take.

He cleaned her up softly and gently, ensuring that there was nothing at all dirty left on her scales, their tails softly intertwined as he lay with his chest to her back, softly spooning her. Protectively, the dragon gave her a little squeeze, Sasha murmuring sleepily back to him, though there were no words she could spend when sleep tugged at her.

"Sleep now, dream now," he breathed in her ear. "Everything's okay... I love you so much."

With his lips on the back of her neck, Sasha exhaled, sweetly drifting into dreamland.

With her loving drake, everything was right with the world.

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And yet the darkness of what they had done, even if they had not considered the consequences, was not something that could be denied either. She tried to hide it well, the red dragoness who had been shunned for her part in bringing her mother and her ex-boyfriend together, but she should have known that there was no way at all she was ever going to get by her brother. Kao simply knew her too damn well.

"Fyr!"

He snarled, looking as if he was the older brother, suddenly, the one who had it all together, even though he still had a few more exams to take, trying to get through the end of high school as quickly as possible. His brow furrowed and tired lines marked the corners of his eyes, a sad downturn to his mouth, exhausted from not sleeping and putting on a front around his friends. With them, everything had to be fine, just fine, even though everyone knew that his mother had shacked up with someone else. The details, thankfully, were not known amongst the dragons at his school, so mostly his friends just kicked a ball around with him and sympathised as well as teenage drakes could. Considering the distractions of school and that he still, at least in part, wanted to do as well as he could, there was enough to be getting on with.

He was fortunate that a friend and his family had let him stay, better off than them and with an older sister who had moved out a few years ago, leaving an empty room. Of course, she still visited for holidays and the like, but that was something that they would all have to deal with, adjusting sleeping arrangements, when it came up. In the room that still held notes of her memory and her influence in the decoration, Kao shared his space with Fyr, though his older sister insisted on sleeping on the floor.

The dragoness growled, a paw bunched up into a fist, but she did not relinquish the can of beer. It had been one of the cheapest she'd been able to find and tasted like piss: but it meant that she could drink more of them for less money and that was all she cared about.

She still worked, of course, finishing up her agricultural studies and working more hours on the farm, for the harder labour, more of the physical work for spring, helped grind the bad thoughts down. The thoughts that she was not good enough, that she had been such a crap girlfriend that her boyfriend had cheated on her with her very own mother, the horror of finding them there together and the grinding twist of betrayal where the knife was still lodged in her heart.

Yeah. All that. But work helped, all just a little, only enough to get her by, day to day. She never drank when she was going to be operating heavy machinery at the farm, though, more often than not, she passed out before getting to that point. At first, she'd started with light things, edible weed (Kao would have noticed the reek of it otherwise), things to make her feel like she was somewhere else like psychedelics, the dream-inducing drugs that could let her slip away to another time and another place. But not even Fyr was completely sure of how far she'd gone, the needles that she refused to think about in her drawer, not remembering rubbing the white powder on her gums either.

At least Kao hadn't found those yet. And if there was one thing that Fyr was determined to do, it was to keep that little coping mechanism far, far away from him.

He didn't deserve it. It was for those that were wrong, very wrong, and he didn't understand how wrong she was. She didn't even want Kao to see that side of her, what she really was. Perhaps it had always been who she was, but the dragoness just had not had the will to see it before.

No. Don't think like that.

He screamed at her, snarled, took the booze away - but she'd just buy more. Her brother pressed his paw to his head, glad that it was, at least, a Friday and that there was no one else home, as well as not needing him to do any schoolwork, at least not immediately. He didn't need to look after Fyr, not when she was still self-sufficient enough to get up, to get herself food and to do the "normal things" that gave the appearance that things were fine, yet even he could see she was spiralling.

Leaving her there, in the room, muttering about "stupid dragons" and slurred, crude words, he made sure she was safe, that there was nothing there that could hurt her. But one thing that Kao wished he didn't know, at his age, was that he had to make sure he looked after himself too, even if he did it quietly, as if he was just going about his day, doing all the normal things.

When his phone rang, the drake sitting on the sofa that was still unfamiliar to him, he sighed. Of course, it was his mother's name on the screen, but he still answered the phone.

"Hi...mom."

Ugh. He still didn't like saying the term, not like that. It didn't feel like she was his mother anymore, even if she had been a mother for so many years. It was confusing. Kao didn't have all the answers.

"Hi, Kao, honey, how are you doing?"

Sasha overcompensated, her tone soft, as if he was a wild animal who could run off at a moment's notice. He hated that, tail twisting and curling back and forth.

"I'm ok. He's not there, is he?"

Of course, he had refused to speak to Car or have anything to do with him since the incident and him moving out. It had made the most sense to him and Car being only a few years older than him was complex enough.

"No... No, it's just you and me, Kao, I promise. How's school going? I've transferred another five hundred dollars into your account. I'll set up another as soon as your exams are all done, I'm so proud of you."

Her tone was warm, so very warm, and it could have been easy for him to believe that everything was normal, if only for the fact that he was sitting in his friend's house and Sasha was...home. Home, with him. His lips turned down in distaste. Maybe things would have been better if he had looked more like his father than her, in the end...

"Er...yeah, thanks. That's great."

"How's Fyr?"

He swallowed hard and she caught the pause.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Oh, she didn't want to press, but she still had to, worry curling through her tone down the metaphorical phone line (those hadn't really been used in years).

Kao sighed.

"Well, not great, no. I mean, what did you expect after what you did?"

His tone was sharper than intended, but it was not as if anything he said wasn't true.

"Kao." Her tone hardened, taking a stronger stance with her son, even as he bristled and mentally bared his teeth against her. "Don't talk to me like that. What's wrong with Fyr? Does she need money? She's blocked access to her account - even for transfers - but if I send it to you, maybe you could pass it on to her? Just to make sure she's okay. Is she...with you?"

Kao ground his teeth together, tipping forward until his elbows rested on his knees and his tail tucked down between his ankles, head throbbing. Damn, dealing with Fyr was way easier than dealing with his mother. Despite his initial reaction to her being "with" that bastard, he still didn't know how to take the whole thing, even if he obviously needed space. And to be with his sister.

"It's not money, mom, she's..." He hesitated again, the ache in his head spreading to the base of his horns. "She's working, she looks fine like on that side...but she's drinking, a lot. Because of you."

He couldn't keep the accusatory edge out of his tone, but it was justified. On the other end of the line, Sasha quieted, working that through in her head. Yet not even Kao knew the true extent of the darkness that Fyr had fallen into. Some would argue that she had been pushed.

"It's..." He pressed on, taking advantage of the quiet as the words spilt out. "It's that she's...she's not herself. Not like how she was. And, yeah, it's your fault, and you're going to have to do something about that too. And not just throwing money at her, because that's not going to fix things."

"Anything I can do, we can do, Kao... We will. I promise. This should never have happened."

Kao growled, yanking the phone away from his face to glare at it as if it had personally offended him.

"Yeah, and you're still with the dick, so that speaks volumes. Fix this! You did it... Did it to us, did it to her."

Even though the full story had not been said, Sasha knew the darker implications of it, the phone line going dead as Kao hung up on her, the phone pressed up to the side of her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held back a sob, trying to think of the baby inside her, even as Car came up behind her, holding her tightly, not saying anything at all.

The dragoness took a deep, shuddering breath. It didn't help.

"I think Fyr's really in trouble."

They had to do something.

But what?