Silvanus spewed a stream of white flame at my left foot, forcing me to dance backward. The bastard almost destroyed my favorite hunting boots. I aimed my dagger at my feet. “Have some respect for fine leather, you scaled heathen.” Pointed teeth gleamed in the waning light, the dragon’s version of a grin. I laughed softly as he unleashed the next stream of icy fire, this time aiming for my other leg. I’d offered to waltz with him, and the prick was making me dance. “Well played.”
