LARA
We both turned to see Sean Sarn and the hope in me died that same instant.
“Very funny!” I sighed and wanted to walk away, but he caught me by my arm. Not wasting time, Fabian grabbed a dagger that he apparently had strapped somewhere under his jacket and placed it at the red dragon’s neck. All three of us froze in our places, watching each other.
“First of all, I don’t have ill intentions,” Sean released my arm but in the next moment, the blade that was touching him turned red as if it just got out of a blacksmith’s forge and Fabian dropped it. “Second of all, don’t forget where you are and who I am, birdman,” he furrowed his brows.
“What do you want?” I looked at him, demonstrating how unimpressed I am. Everybody knew that red dragons could heat anything up within seconds
