Warlock Ch 419. Seducing a Dragon
Damian followed Lysandra's silent gesture and dropped onto one of the chairs near the long, cold-looking table at the center of the hall. She didn't sit across from him like a normal person. No, of course not. She slid into the seat next to him, just close enough that he could feel the ripple of her mana brushing against his.
Subtle power play.
Dragons didn't waste energy if they didn't have to—and proximity was dominance without lifting a finger.
Damian slouched slightly in his chair, stretching his legs out lazily like he couldn't care less.
It was an act. Every hair on the back of his neck was standing straight up.
He opened his mouth to talk.
And Lysandra spoke first.
"You reek of sex," she said, blunt as a war hammer.
Damian choked a little on air, freezing halfway through a breath.
