The Exiled Dragon
I nodded, now understanding why he was looking at her so intently just the day before.
“She’s in safe hands. Return with honor.” Orion slapped my back, having me look at him wide-eyed. Did he just slap me?
“Ready?” Odessa looked longingly at me once more as the three of us let our smoke engulf us. Black for me, navy for Nicholas, and light green for Amora. Our dragons reared their heads back, roaring loudly a battle cry that could be heard for miles. If Adam was lucky, maybe he could prepare himself.