rin

l. It was frequented only by high-ranking Dragon-kin nobility and immensely wealthy merchants. I sat in a quiet,

voice cut through the elegant, soothi

Lord Jace finally dumped that Drag

halfway to my lips. I looke

largest table in the center of the room. At the center of the group was Jace, his chest still bandaged beneath his fine silk shirt,

to celebrate their "freedo

He was already raising a glass of expensive wine. "To Lord Jace, for finally esc

, Caleb, please don't say that. Corrin is a good person, she just... lacks the education and the proper bloodline to understand Jace's grand

sulted my bloodline, my intellect, and my orphaned sta

nd blindly accepted a debt of a hundred thousand Gold Dragons! She's probably o

everyone was listening. Because my booth was semi-open, his gaze landed directly

g a finger directly at me. "Can you believe that dumped trash actu

heir chairs, their gazes filled with pity, amusement, and blatant disgust. Jace looked a

e's table snickered loudly. "She probably sneaked

eg Lord Jace to take h

my teacup down on the saucer with a soft clink, my newly awakened dragon core humming with antic

icately carved oak doors of the restaur

t, dressed in sleek, dark, battle-worn leather armor. A faint, jagged scar cr

my best friend and a h

n; she brought the heavy, suffocating pressure of a Half-Blood dragon aura with her, letting it wash ov

she turned her lethal gaze toward Caleb and Jace's table, resting her hand menacingly on the hilt of

s a ruthless fighter, but his pride wouldn't let him back down in front of a cr

ace, tell them to stop. I don't want to see Corrin hide behind

Birds of a feather. Corrin, this is the only kind of low-class company you're fit for. What backwate

never seen the gat

echoed from the restaurant entrance, carry