As cold wind gusts blew the last wisp away, rushing over his scales, he tightened the cloaking spell. Magic spiraled around his torso, making him disappear into thin air. With a low growl, he bared his fangs on a smile. Perfect. Per usual. The humans wouldn’t suspect a thing. Exactly the outcome he wanted. He didn’t have time to fool around. Or to play memory scrub with inferior human minds. Not tonight. Not with the meeting less than two hours away. Sensation curled in the pit of his stomach. Nerves? Anticipation? Probably a bit of both considering the high stakes… and even more dangerous circumstances. Playing both ends against the middle took patience, and steering Dragonkind in a new direction—one rooted in honor, instead of depravity—incredible skill. Good thing he possessed both. Now all he needed was an ace in the hole. Only one male fit the bill. Bastian. The Nightfury commander was a formidable leader. The kind Nian required in his corner. An unequaled strategist, Bastian saw the whole board, moving each piece with skill and unbending commitment.
