Chapter 20: Akton
There was no time for s*x. Akton hated it—he watched both Talfryn and Lochlann grow more frustrated just as he was and began to resent ever agreeing to continue on with Wren after that night in the Lake’s Edge. Despite little training, Wren called them back if they strayed too far, or were away too long. Occasionally he was able to snag a few minutes of kissing or groping, but he was fast getting pissed at it all.
“Don’t go far,” said Wren as he and Lochlann got up to relieve themselves, maybe more.
“Why?” asked Akton.
Whitney shot him an unimpressed look. “They must keep you around for reasons other than your brain,” she said. “There are dragon farms nearby, owned land. They mark.”
When Akton blinked, Wren explained.
“Marks are often set along property lines. If cr
