Dragon's Last Hope
"Territorial disputes tend to get... heated... where fire dragons are concerned."
"That was a misunderstanding," Kai said cheerfully, though his gaze was fixed on Maya with unsettling intensity. "And she wasn't nearly as magnificent as our light dragon here." He gestured at Maya's glowing form. "Look at her, gentlemen. She's practically molten gold."
The remaining men filed into the chamber—an ice dragon with platinum hair and frost gathering at his fingertips, a storm dragon whose silver eyes cracked with barely contained lightning, an earth dragon built like a mountain with skin that seemed to shift between human flesh and living stone, and finally, at the rear, something that made Maya's
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