Charlotte: Fated to the White Dragon
“No need to gallop ahead. One step at a time, yeah?”
Damon downs the rest of his coffee like he’s trying to drain the conversation with it, not even looking at me.
“Charlotte, is it?” Mr. Black asks, and I nod. “If you don’t understand yourself first, you’ll never understand another, let alone everything that surrounds us.” He eases back into the sofa, crossing one leg over the other with a practised grace. “And I’m certain you know close to nothing about what Dreils are… or the abilities they possess.” He points straight at me, the gesture precise. “Especially yours, Druiss.”