Chapter 11: The Chase

Asmodyus’ P.O.V

The room contrasted from the world outside. Rain came down like pellets as thunder rolled in the far distance. Fire crackled in the fireplace to the right as I sat snuggled up in the arms of my mother, listening as she read a story. As interesting as the story was, my little hatchling brain had been thinking of something else.

“Momma?”

She looked down at me from the book, her fingers lifting from their spot in my hair. Her eyes were curious, looking down on me to see what kind of childish curiosity I’d present to her. I gently turned so I could look up at her from my position.

“What is it, hatchling?” She asked softly, marking the page in the book she was reading before her attention turned to me.

“What are Mates?”