Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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I stepped out onto the terrace and stared at the darkness that stretched beyond the illuminated garden.
The chilling night air helped with the fluster that overcame me and I gripped the concrete railing for support.
I was mad at Graike that he brought up my inexperience (again!). And I was madder at myself for not hating him.
Graike is shameless, despicable, and let's not forget that he is actually a one-ton dragon set on taking me into his harem. Why can't I see him as dangerous?
I decided. No matter how I see Graike, I will stay away from him. Graike is bad news and the last thing I want is to be tangled with such a man. I don't want to provoke him, but if I don't retaliate, I might end up kidnapped and stuck in a harem or worse.
A mental image of Graike flying to who-knows-where with me on his back (or in his claws) gave me shivers.
