No.
Nope!
OH HELL NO!
Just what the hell did twenty taps mean?!
Because Riley was sure that the golden lizard had been tapping at his back with some serious gusto! Just how many times did he tap? Fifteen? Twenty? Was this Morse code for "you're screwed"? Or was the dragon lord simply enjoying poking holes in his sanity?
And what exactly was he supposed to do?
It had all started when the dragonlings, who had finally calmed down after the mate-selection chaos, were disturbed again—thanks to Seris, who apparently had a death wish.
"Impossible! Why hold a competition when none of you have ever been able to defeat me!" she screeched, her voice sharp enough to peel the enamel off Riley's teeth.
The other dragonlings flinched, eyes slitting in anger.
Merrin puffed up, outrage spilling from him like bad poetry. "Who do you think you are?! And you're only here because you forced your way out!"
