Yara gasped, her eyes flying open as she swayed. The dragon caught her by the shoulder, steadying her. "I'm okay, I'm okay," she waved him off, blinking back the fuzzy spots in her eyes.
"But the eggs—they're in danger. The men plan to sell them this week!" she said, voice trembling.
This was bad. If they got sold and separated, how would they be tracked?
The dragon said nothing, eyes narrowed into slits. This was bad indeed. The bastard had already sold his eggs? His freeborn were being sold? The thought was enough to make his blood boil.
Steam trailed out his nostrils.
Yara bit her nails, this would clog a wheel in her plans. Urgh! Why couldn't things just go as planned?! She looked at the literally smoking dragon and sighed.
