Kaelith had been expecting this man to show up eventually—but of all days, he had chosen the worst possible one.
When she entered her office, he was already there, seated with the casual air of someone who owned the place.
"Do you ever believe in making appointments with other people," Kaelith asked coldly as she came to stand before him, "or do you think only your time is valuable?"
The man lifted his eyes to her, his round face calm and unreadable. Short, graying hair marked his age, yet the breadth of his shoulders and the quiet dominance in his presence declared the truth: this dragon was still powerful enough to command fear and respect.
He was no ordinary dragon.
He was one of the most ancient beings alive.
One of the first Dragon Kings who still walked the planet.
Argon Ambara Emberclad.
The only man Kaelith had ever truly respected in this world.
And yet, at this moment, she regarded him with caution.
