FREYA
“Look, Jason, we have so many volunteers already!”
We all turn to see Desmond Drake in the flesh together with his right hand Jason Leroy. The smirk on Desmond’s face doesn't promise anything good. And all the guys stop laughing at once. If anything, I see the fear in their eyes. For them, Desmond is still the Dark Blood Dragon, the psycho dragon guy... The one whose name is used to scare the crap out of the children of Dairon.
And now when I look at him, I kind of see their point. His eyes are glowing red again. The whole look is menacing!
“We're all screwed,” someone says.
“Shut up!” The guy who just had the fun of his life hisses. I think his name is Hendrix.
“Adepts!” Desmond grins darkly, “Why don't we start our day with 20 laps around the field.”
“But that's... ”Someone
