Lucifer's Captive Bride
The Great Hall of the Dragon Court was like a huge pressure cooker, the air so heavy with the scent of sulfur, old blood, and dragon musk that Isabella felt like she was breathing something thick and heavy. The sound was a low-frequency vibration of dozens of throats—snarls, rumbles, and the clicking of talons against the obsidian floor. She stood at the edge of the circle, her fingers digging into the thin cloth of her skirts, trying to make herself small. Around the center of the room, the noble-born females of the dragon clans were like a sea of predatory grace. Lira was at the front, her fire-scaled skin glowing like molten copper under the torchlight. She was beautiful in a way that mad
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