The elders fell silent.
One by one, their gazes shifted toward Ethan Gabriel.
After all, he was the only one among them who had any real rapport with Rory—if anyone could speak, it had to be him.
Ethan's lips twitched.
Useless. The lot of them. When it mattered, not one of these old fossils could step forward.
He forced a smile at Rory and spoke, "Master Rory, you've only just arrived in the Water Domain—why not stay a while longer? There are still many places you haven't seen yet."
The other elders quickly chimed in.
"Yes, yes!"
Ethan ignored them and continued, "Why not remain a few more days? I'll have proper residences prepared for your partners. And we can arrange for some of the dragon clan's young males to accompany you. We have many promising young men—each one of them quite—"
"Elder Ethan." Vincent cut him off smoothly.
Was this old man trying to help Paros—or make things worse?
Offering more males… right in front of him?
