Avery
I was in a cell.
Dorian had steered me away from the main ball towards his office but stopped at a door into a large room with three cells. By rights, I deserved to be here. I killed a man in cold blood, but I wasn’t safe. Everything we’d found out so far pointed to Dorian being behind terrible atrocities against the dragon population. I’d been so shocked by his causal discussion of my crime that I’d come quietly, silencing my dragon’s protests. Now, as I sat on the wooden bench, I realised I’d been stupid. My downfall would be too many years of conditioning to not make a fuss and be polite.
It surprised me to see I had a cellmate in the next cell. Gwen from the Effingere was curled up in a ball, seemingly asleep.
The door opened, and Remington strode in. He held a wickedly long
