“Motherfucker.” Reaver stretched his neck from side to side as the ridges of scales appeared in his flesh and deepened in color. “We don’t have time for this, but if you want to do this, then we’ll do this.” “No one is doing anything!” I crawled forward. “Stop! Stop it right now, Casteel Hawkethrone Da’Neer.” I don’t know why I thought using his full name would make a difference. It didn’t.
