“Cars, yes, and I’m sorry, but I had to get that kid. And, as you may recall, I also got your platter.”
Pariah snapped her fingers. “Focus on these dark elves.”
Xervan’s eyelids drooped as he regarded her, and I suspected he was thinking of letting her know that the dragon was always in charge, not the lowly human military officer. Pariah wouldn’t likely find a relationship with one of his brothers as appealing as she thought.
“Are you as powerful in human form as in dragon form?” I asked, in part to distract him from whatever ire he felt for Pariah, and in part because I’d wondered for a while, and it would be useful to know.
He lifted his chin, his head brushing the ceiling, then gave it a baleful look for presuming to impede him. It had started snowing again, so I hoped he didn’t in
