Chapter Nine

Dear gods in the heavens.

Castor growled and paced while the beautiful female was inside, taking a warm shower. He’d already had one in the guest bathroom. Now, he was anxiously awaiting the woman he was indebted to for everything he had since arriving on her doorstep.

How could he ever repay the beautiful female for all she had given him? It worried Castor that she might think him a beggar or worse, the lowly prisoner Dragomir had made him.

No! The beast within him refused to accept such drivel. It was nonsense. He was imprisoned through no fault of his own. Still, he would need to do much to improve his circumstance to be worthy of even her notice.

Was it fair of him? To continue on this path when he knew he was not long for the world. The words of Nicholas and Devine still echoed in his mind. Castor was not meant to live life as a free man or beast. His ChangeDragon was not right. He felt it in the pain that sometimes burned him on his chest and in his blood.