Chapter 2Adrian carried a box of plates, cups, glasses, and cutlery. Not a single piece matched and yet they fit together beautifully. He and Doris had spent a good couple of hours going through the entire shop and settled on blue and white decor. They were all beautiful pieces, and Adrian wanted to keep them for himself, but it was a gift to Lorcan.
No wonder he was unhappy. All dragons needed a hoard, and his cave was barren.
Grinning to himself, he jogged up the last flight of stairs and found Lorcan’s doorbell with his elbow.
Seconds went by without any sounds coming from the apartment. Adrian pressed the doorbell again.
Still nothing.
With a huff, he put the box down and opened the mail slot. “Hello? Lorcan?”
Maybe it was wrong to assume he was a dragon? The growl coming from wi
