LOGINGiana and Hilda walked out of the Draconia building feeling hollow.Rebecca's words had cast a dark shadow over the road ahead. Life had already been difficult enough, and now they had targets on their backs."What are we supposed to do now? The Draconia Group could make our lives in Silverton impossible without breaking a sweat," Hilda grumbled. "That Mr. Vaughn, though. Maybe he's someone we could..."Giana shot Hilda a look that cut her off immediately. "Have you forgotten how we lost the family villa? Amara trusted a man. She believed Stanley could rebuild the Chamberlain Group and bring it back to life. That's how we ended up here."Hilda wanted to argue.None of that had been Amara's fault. Oscar was the one responsible for losing the villa.But one look at Giana's expression kept the words from leaving her mouth.Giana had changed. She had carried that feeling with her for days.Back at the Chamberlain home, Giana had always been present without drawing attention to hers
"Is anything else missing?" Oscar asked.Rebecca shook her head. "Just the tokens."Oscar's frown deepened. Who would steal the Dracobsidian Tokens?The Draconox Order? No. If they wanted the tokens back, they would simply ask.He had no reason to withhold them. Besides, the authority encoded within those tokens had become void the moment he replaced them with the Dracaurum Token. Whoever possessed the old tokens now could not claim a single Draconox privilege with them.If anything, carrying an unauthorized Dracobsidian Token was more likely to attract Draconox's attention than provide any benefit."So someone has a use for them that I don't know about." He spoke quietly, almost to himself. "Dracobsidian Tokens. Dragon scales."He stood motionless for a moment. "I understand. It's fine. I'll have someone install proper security on the windows."He left Rebecca's room without another glance. He never noticed the expression on her face as he walked away.Back in his own room, h
"Oh?" Oscar's interest immediately sharpened.The Dracobsidian Tokens were symbols of the Draconox Order's authority. But after he had exchanged them for the Dracaurum Token during his dealings with the Chamberlains, the old tokens had lost most of their practical value.They were dragon scales. They were undeniably durable, but like fish scales, they served primarily as protective coverings. In all the years since Draconox had come into existence, no one had discovered a use for them beyond the material itself.Yet someone had gone out of their way to steal them."Show me."Rebecca relaxed slightly and led him down the hall.He was just about to step through her doorway when a sharp pain pricked the side of his arm. He glanced down.The small dragon had sunk her claws into his skin. She gestured emphatically toward the room, then shook her head.Oscar scratched the back of his neck. 'What's wrong with going into Rebecca's room?'He watched the dragon's frantic gestures for an
"You want to play with my phone? No, you want to type something!"Freya nodded as vigorously as her tiny body allowed.Oscar's hand tightened into a fist before he realized it.This dragon was strange. Even so, he handed her the phone, opened the Notes app, and waited to see what she would do.Freya launched herself into the air with unrestrained enthusiasm and brought her claw down toward the screen.The instant she touched it, the phone went dark.She darted to the side and jabbed the power button. Nothing.She jabbed it again. Still nothing.The phone was dead."Yiyiyi!"Oscar could hear the frustration in her voice. He reached into the drawer, pulled out his spare phone, and handed it to her.The same thing happened.The little dragon had not even made contact before the screen went black and the phone refused to respond.When she started chirping in a way that suggested she wanted to try a third device, Oscar stopped her. "All right, Your Highness. Let's try writing i
Back at the Miller villa, Oscar's condition had stabilized, but his mood had not. A quiet anger had settled in his chest during the drive home, and it still lingered.He carefully retraced his life, piece by piece. Arthur had been there at every significant turning point. He had never questioned it.Of course a father would be present for the moments that mattered. A father who missed them would have been the unusual one.But now, looking back, he saw something different. His entry into the Draconox Order, his rise to Archon, there had always been an unseen hand guiding events from behind the scenes.He had always assumed Arthur knew nothing about his role in Draconox. Even with everything Oscar had accomplished in Silverton, Draconox operated on a level far removed from ordinary lives.But there was no way Arthur had never heard of Draconox. Everything coming to light now suggested that Arthur's connection to it was anything but ordinary.Oscar replayed their conversations in hi
Rebecca was not entirely convinced. This was her brother. What was wrong with helping him deal with the people who had hurt him?But under Celeste's steady gaze, she let the matter drop. She was still in high school. There were things about the world she had not yet learned to see clearly.She had acted on instinct and emotion, without considering the bigger picture. That was something to understand, not condemn."All right. What did you want to tell me?" Oscar asked.Rebecca recounted everything, what she had arranged and what had happened to Hilda.As she spoke, Oscar felt something sharp and light scrape the side of his neck. He looked down.The small dragon had extended her claws and was fixing Rebecca with a pointed glare. He recognized the scratching now. She was the one causing it.He sat with the thought for a moment. 'Is this dragon here because of the Chamberlain family rather than because of me?'Arthur's body had disappeared. At present, the best theory was that he
"Bella, second daughter of the Chamberlain family." The lead man held up his phone and compared her face to the image on the screen. After confirming payment, he spoke into the phone. "Take her."The others moved in.Bella was not Diana. She was a superintendent. She could handle herself.The mom
Black storm clouds pressed low over the Percham District.Beneath them, narrow lanes packed tight with men in black jackets and trousers stretched into the distance, cold steel gripped in their hands.Rain struck the blades, and each metallic ring sliced through the night like a warning."Shut th
"That little bastard," Bella snapped as soon as she stepped through the door. "He's gotten real bold."She tossed her umbrella onto the floor and dropped onto the sofa, her cheeks still tight with anger.Amara entered with a cup of coffee, stirring it in slow, steady circles.The other sisters dr
"Miss Bella, you're here!"Unlike Oscar, the Chamberlain sisters lived in the spotlight. They made headlines almost daily. In Silverton, nearly everyone recognized them.Victor hurried to drag over a stool. He wiped it down with his sleeve and offered it to Bella.She glanced at it. Disgust flick







