“There won’t be a wedding,” my true one says, in an indifferent tone.
I’m at a loss for words at such a statement. The dragon takes a step forward, and his silhouette passes through a stripe of moonlight. A shiver runs along my spine at the sight of his face half-hidden by a mask.
“Still, you belong to me, Alaina.”
You can think that I bought you.
He’s cold, silent, and wears a mask that covers half of his face. Little is known about him across the Shores of Lakes. Only this: the dragon is rich, noble, and ugly. He arrived from the southern empire, taking an old castle at the edge of the kingdom. And after he appeared on my shoulder, a mark lit up. A gift from the heavens for a fallen noble family—and a curse for me.