— You’ll take part in the Selection, — declares the dragon, and I flinch.
Has he gone completely mad? Who makes the former beloved—whom he himself discarded and trampled—compete with his own brides?
— No! Not for anything! — I say, and the dragon’s eyes turn as black as night.
No one may resist the will of the Darkest.
No one!
But under what excuse should I refuse? After all, I can’t tell him about my little secret I’ve been keeping for five years…