Phoebe grinned smugly. She gestured towards Xatia. "Even your little girlfriend agrees with me. How do you even keep moving around without a spine?"
Asclepius looked down at his claws. It wasn't what he was expecting to hear. He had a right to choose if he wanted to be a father or not, or take a mate, if he wanted. She may not be in control of her egg cycle, but he had the choice to go or not. She could take mates of other varieties, as dragons were all the same group, essentially, just different in looks, size, and magic affinity. Heck, whoever the father of her eggs was, he certainly wasn't gold. Sparks arced from egg to brood mother to egg. Golden dragon eggs didn't spark. "I know you hurt inside, Phoebe. I know you want to unload on someone safe, and I am such an easy target. But I don't deserve this treatment." Asclepius looked up, forcing his eyes to meet her icy stare." I don't need this. And I don't need you. The past is the past, Phoebe. You can't change it, you can only move on and deal. And don't you pick on Xatia either. She is not my consort, she is my friend."
Phoebe looked taken aback at this. Before she could say anything, Asclepius turned to leave.