He'd killed enough kings to know that rushing was for amateurs.
A masked figure watched Queen Bellatrix slide off a golden dragon's back with the grace of a collapsing marionette.
He counted three people on the field. Plus a gold dragon. His hand moved to his belt, then stilled. Not yet.
Fifty others were scattered throughout the forest, with orders timed to the second. Wards. Mindlinks. Dragons. All accounted for.
But none of them could have predicted what was about to occur. Something that hadn't been seen in over one thousand years, and only recognized by the descendants of the First Dragon King.
And when it happened, the bounty on the white-haired girl wouldn't just climb. It would become the most expensive contract on the continent.
"You," Bellatrix snapped, pointing a trembling finger at Serena. "Wolfless menace. You and your overgrown flying abomination are a disgrace to this kingdom."
Velkaris huffed, deeply offended.
