The dragon, realizing that it had just threatened the absolute worst people possible, hesitated.
It hung in the air, its massive wings beating against the wind as its enormous, fiery eyes darted between my family.
For the first time in my life, I saw a mythical apex predator experience the crushing weight of regret.
Verania tilted her head, lips curving into a slow smirk. "Oh? You're thinking about running away?"
Sylvithra let out a low hum, her violet eyes flashing with amusement. "Smart choice."
Eryndor cracked his knuckles. "But unfortunate."
Saelira gracefully sipped her tea, completely unfazed. "It's been some time since we last had a dragon."
Ilythia folded her hands in her lap, perfectly poised. "A shame to let this one go."
Veylen, ever the strategist, regarded the dragon with sharp calculation. "It could prove… useful."
I immediately did not like where this was going.
I turned to my mother. "You're not seriously considering—"
