Working as a librarian at the Academy of Dragons is a very dangerous endeavor—especially if you’re young and good-looking. Dragons are extremely attractive, big owners, and, most importantly, terribly fickle. You can’t tell a dragon “no,” even if it ends with a broken heart and a shattered life. I knew all that, of course—and still took the risk of getting this position. Pillows, padding, makeup—and there you go: now a rather unremarkable, respectable lady is riding to the Academy. Am I safe? Not necessarily—especially if someone very perceptive suddenly realizes that all of this is nothing more than a masquerade.