Avery
Erik blew into Dorian’s office with the force of a hurricane. The door bounced inwards off its hinges. Dorian continued to pour over a stack of papers on his desk, unrattled as if his angry nephew hadn’t just stormed in.
“Are you so obsessed with increasing the dragon population that you’re forcing hybrids to convert and then breeding them?”
He looked up, finally. “Good afternoon, Erich.” He inclined his head to me. “Avery.”
My gut felt tight, and I swallowed a constricted feeling in my throat seeing him so calm.
“I take it you’ve been to the Effingere?”
“Like you didn’t already know,” Erik snapped.
“Indeed. Gwen communicated with me. She’s quite upset.”
I bristled. That woman didn’t care for those women at all.
“I bet she was. She let your little secret go,” Erik said, his
