The sound broke through the monotony, and Riley—whose gaze had been absolutely covert moments ago—was now staring at the dragon lord like a startled deer.
Brrr—rrr—rrr.
Their eyes met.
To anyone else, the sound was nothing more than an unusual alarm for someone who supposedly disliked phones. But to one dragon and his suspiciously human aide, it was a signal for something very specific.
Blood feeding.
And wasn't this just the most awkward timing imaginable?
Earlier, Kael had been able to time it conveniently—before or after a meeting. But this particular session had dragged on far longer than expected because, apparently, everyone suddenly had findings to report after the tally of missing magical beings had been finalized and cross-checked.
"Lord Dravaryn," a voice crackled through the orb, "the centaurs are in an uproar! They're saying their reports haven't been submitted properly!"
The tension in the air sharpened instantly.
