It was appalling. Sinclair didn't know what was more appalling to him.
He was forced to engage his dragon transfiguration to inject the needed amount of poison to neutralize the magic of the brothers, but Ainsley was able to see how traumatizing a moonlight dragon looked without the shiny and smooth white skin.
Moreover, the dinner Kalanchoe served… he couldn't stomach eating sweet wafers and ice cream for dinner. However, the little girl was too dear to Ainsley… under the premise that she was a child.
Even right now, the taste of cannibal blood and ultra-sweet food was in his mouth.
Sinclair couldn't help but miss his buffet nights with Ainsley. However, it was too late to find any buffet restaurants in the area. All that he could probably pick from were fast-food chains or bars that served food to their patrons. It's just that… he was Sinclair King. If he entered any of those, there would always be someone from the media to make up a story.
