The Dragon's Empire Book 1
"You refuse alliance. Accept mine."
SatoTech jet sliced clouds midnight-sleek, cabin a cocoon of ebony leather and burled walnut, engines humming low threat. I claimed a window seat, New York shrinking, diamond-veined below, but Kenji loomed in the aisle, bespoke midnight suit clinging to lean predator lines, dragon tattoo pulsing in the throat under an unbuttoned collar. "Tokyo," he said, gravel-velvet command settling opposite, long legs invading my space deliberately. "Empire needs tending. You come."
"Abduction's not an invitation, Sato." My contralto sliced crisp, crossing athletic legs, jewel-silk stockings whispering defiance. Storm brewed horizon black, lightning fracturing like his
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