If you wished to gaze upon my splendor, the coin you paid the magic leech was unnecessarily excessive, though unsurprising, given your sin. “Witch. And don’t sass me. You know why you’re here.” The attack. “No, the masquerade I invited you to. Of course I’m talking about the attack. Wrath is still recovering, and you better pray to your scaled gods that he doesn’t demand retribution.” Your brother’s temper does not concern me. My mouth curved wickedly, showing a hint of teeth. It was not something dragons appreciated. Showing your teeth was akin to drawing a sword. “When he skins you alive and
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