It was the kind of awkward situation Riley wasn't sure about.
Unfortunately for him, the universe had other plans. Because somewhere far from the roaring flames and raw power that could have leveled a continent, a certain dragonling had his own disaster to deal with.
The actual birthday boy. The original reason why Riley and Kael were even back there with those wretched beings.
And his problem?
Not the collapse of clans. Not the shrieking of elders. Not even the terrifying aura of the Dragon Lord himself.
No. His problem was this:
"Sluuuuurp."
"!!!"
The sound ripped through the quiet like a knife through silk.
The drawing room had been utterly still a second ago. Liam sat comfortably in his corner, legs folded, his beloved handheld glowing faintly in his small hands. A plate of biscuits lounged lazily beside him. His jug of orange juice sat faithfully within arm's reach, straw sticking out like a tiny flag of peace.
All was right in his world.
Until that sound.
