The braziers around the hall erupted in sudden bursts of blue flame, and Riley nearly whistled right there in his seat.
He stopped himself at the last second, lips twitching. Probably not the best time to sound impressed, not when the entire room just lit up like a magical concert.
Still, his head wanted to swivel left and right like an idiot because, honestly, he'd been curious about this trick since they walked in. The only thing that stopped him was the memory of earlier—how everyone expected him to cower before these very same flames.
So, belatedly, he pressed his shoulders in and faked a flinch, pretending to cower in his literal dragon chair.
Kael's annoyance practically radiated off his seat like heat haze.
Yet even with Kael smoldering behind him, Riley had to admit, he was impressed by one thing.
That dragonling.
Seris.
