“I love you, Saeris Fane.” He kissed me hard, and so many unspoken things passed between us as he did. Promises and hope. Oaths and regrets. He tore away from me and was gone. In four long strides, he was towering over the one called Crave, grabbing him by the front of his armor and pulling him up from the ground. “Who… are you?” Crave choked. “Only… half-gods may wield shadows.” Khydan drew in a deep breath, ignoring the male’s question. “I’ve come for a dragon, as is my right. Summon our father. Tell him I’ve come to make a trade.”
