Chapter 163: The Mysterious Young Dragon
The stranger who had materialized from the shadows beneath the heavy velvet tablecloth was none other than Ren, the young black dragon.
To the unsuspecting eyes of the high court, he appeared as a shockingly handsome, dangerously magnetic youth.
He was clad in black from top to bottom, save for a subtle, glittering trim of pure gold that ran meticulously along his lapels.
Looking down at his polished, shiny leather shoes...which he had almost certainly materialized by mimicking the footwear of the pompous lords he had spent the last hour mocking from beneath the feast tables...Hannah's lips twitched.
A tiny, rare smile touched her face, a brief flash of genuine warmth, before it snapped instantly back into an aloof, freezing mask.
The fleeting moment of levity was instantly shattered by a voice pulled from the deepest, darkest corridors of her childhood memories.
"Hannah... who is he? No, let's talk."
