I sent a message to Poppy, but for some reason, I was nervous. Why wasn't he coming? Why didn't he come before now? I kept glancing at the door and finally settled for the window. I sat there and stared outside; he probably won't come.
With a sigh of resignation, I moved to the window, drawing back the curtains. The view outside offered no solace, just the vast expanse of the dragon's territory bathed in the soft hues of twilight. Leaning against the windowsill, I stared out into the tranquil landscape, the cool evening breeze brushing against my face. Doubt gnawed at me—perhaps he had no intention of coming unless I resorted to more drastic measures.
