"But," Draven continued, his amber eyes glinting with what was definitely mischief, "there's one small condition."
And with that ominous word hanging in the air, tiny-dragon-Draven settled himself more comfortably on Linda's kitchen counter, clearly preparing to explain exactly what the Dragon Council had in mind for their newest ambassador.
"What kind of condition?" Callum asked, though his voice suggested he was trying to prepare himself for whatever bureaucratic nightmare the Dragon Council had cooked up.
"The kind that shouldn't be too difficult for someone who's already proven he can handle complicated family dynamics," Draven said, his tiny voice carrying a note of what might have been amusement.
"That's not really an answer," Samantha pointed out, her protective instincts clearly still on high alert.
