Sighing, Colvin wriggled free of his cloak and dropped it to the floor as if it repulsed him, uncaring who watched him carry on in such a peculiar way. I tilted my head, sorry for it as it panged, but too curious. It couldn’t be, surely… Did the prince have an aversion to blood?
A dragon. Who doesn’t like blood…. In what world?! But I’m interested so
