The golden eyes with the slit pupils stared down at me with the gaze with which a predator would look at prey.
I should have lowered my eyes but for some reason my body refused to do so. I gazed right into the eyes of the Tyrant in front of me while my Mana seemed like it was trying to whip around.
Well, why wouldn't it? This guy was a shifter and his aura was like a bomb ready to detonate.
If I couldn't control my Mana then he would instantly know that I was a Dragon.
His face was like chiseled granite statue along with his body which had a distinct smell that was concealed by the scent of perfumes.
"Hm..." A corner of his lips curled up as he kept his grip on my chin.
"You've brought me quite a tempting one this time." He commented.
"I'm honored to hear that you're satisfied with him, Your Majesty." Ruba spoke.
