The Vengeful Bride And Her Dragon King

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t felt warm

the ancient leather-bound book resting on my la

born entirely Dragonless, carried the burden of our survival. I had agreed to marry Ethan Sawyer,

um vibrated at th

n-pulse

ment. She rarely expended the magical energy required for a direct mental link, and c

cal connection to

ion, resolving into a dim room,

aist. A jagged scar, shaped like a light

ammed again

f the heavy desk, my

rned it taming a young Fire-Drake, a st

ing with satisfaction. "Oh, my dear Lord Sawyer, yo

ction sna

shed, leaving a ringi

utterl

lling my shawl tighter around my sho

ess transaction to trade the Nunez name for the Saw

e, inlaid with polished Wyrm-bone, seemed to absorb

dom I trusted: Elara Hayes, my childhood confida

sage wa

a place to stay

raveling dress, tucking the old

n and I had shared, I gl

rade wa

he servants. An unremarkable carriage

ad against the rattling window, closing my eyes. The image of

y midnight w

ing up a lantern lit by a glowing Scale-quart

She rushed forward and wrapped me in

d? Did Ethan

her eve

ry. Her honey-colored hair p

aced snake Cassia!" She clenched he

bbing her arm to steady he

ilding reserved for high-ranking royal officials. Its walls shimmered wi

ed with concern. "What are you going to do? Cal

uching my lips. "I am going to make sure everyone sees exa

ss a specific location, along with a few ench

replaced by fierce excitement.

I am going to give the Sawyer family a gift at th

and determined. "Leave it to me. I

nds of lights sparkling across the ca

d I was a doll they coul

art as the quiet,

heir triumph, I would dr