He’s a dragon—an impudent, pampered aristocrat born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He’s the living dream of the female half of the academy, and also my personal thorn in the side. That annoying incident led to the fact that we ended up bound together. Workshops, tests, trials—now only together! Only as a pair. I feel nothing for him but anger, and I’ll give him plenty—anything—if only I can restore things to how they were. And he, meanwhile, has long and seriously been planning to add me to the tally of his romantic victories. And you know what, scaly? Don’t even hope.