“And you’re going to accept and live like a king while Father uses you as another one of his little puppets, I guess?” My brows lifted. Maybe Dragon Junior wasn’t a carbon copy of his papà. “No.” I leaned closer conspiratorially. “I can’t be bought with gold, little Dragon.” “Less of the little,” he growled. “I’m almost your height.” “The key word is almost.” I smirked. “So you can’t be bought with gold, but how about women?” Orion asked with a barely contained laugh, sipping from a beer before gesturing across the room.
