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as I leaned back against the cushions, mentally calculating the

horses pulling my carriage let ou

thrown forward, bracing my hands against the w

an

y thud of bodies hitting the stone pavement. A thick, meta

curtain. In the gloomy, narrow alley outside, four men in

coat inlaid with glowing night-crystals. In his right hand, a dark red broadsword dripped with steaming black blood-a bl

deep-blue dragon eyes cut through the shadows

he Royal Court, and the ruthless C

n I was left to die under a rain of arrows on the battlefield, this terrifying man had tra

of pure-blood Dragon-God aura rolled off him. Outside, my two scaled horses whimpered and droppe

ped the curtain and sat upright, my fi

k, k

es rapped against th

shed the window open, meeti

lly, and laced with danger. "A few Blackflame rat

xed with hot blood washed over me-his unique dragon scent. Unlike Dashawn's suf

" I replied, keeping my tone distant and pol

econds before dropping to my hands, where my

gers brushed against a warm, black dragon-crystal pendant hanging from his belt. "Go

ago, in a border valley overrun by dire wolves, I had used my own body to shi

nth Prince that stray b

ther," I said quickly, pulling the wi

red the coachma

leaned back and closed my eyes, pressing a hand over my racing heart. Ennis had killed

the Dragon Guard, I had to turn back. Half an hour later, the

own onto the gravel just as the

demands your presence in

nce. Adjusting my expression into a mask of gentle obedience, I clim