He leans down, putting a hand around my neck and hisses into my face with pure, terrifying menace only a dragon can muster, “You will not order me ever again. You will not so much as speak to me. I will pretend that you do not exist. Do you understand me?” I stare into his glowing white eyes, currently flicking a dangerous molten red. This anger is more than anything I’ve seen of him before, and something tells me it’s about more than just me. So I don’t mention the fact that Xander’s dragon requested me to command him. Instead, my voice is even and clear when I say, “I understand, Xander.” He
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I wanna punch him
