-Mefan-
“And you’re a dead little prince,” I remarked, holding his own blade against his throat. I had just grabbed it from him, turned it around, and made him stop halfway through his attempt to hurt me with the other blade in his hand.
Ladon groaned in irritation and pushed my arm away before taking a step back. I had to admit, he reminded me a lot of Carter, and I couldn’t help but smile as the young prince shook his head.
“I’m tired of losing,” he muttered.
“You don’t say,” I replied dryly.
Ladon shot me an annoyed look, and I just smiled back at him, enjoying teasing him a little.
“You’re a dragon,” I reminded him.
“Not yet,” he mumbled.
I shook my head slowly. Ladon seemed to be looking anywhere but at me, appearing as though he had given up the fight. I circled around him so
