Drogon's POV:
I'd searched for my Treasure since I'd come of age. For two millennia I had looked for her. Yet, when I'd found her, I'd lost her in a matter of minutes.
A damned vampire had been on her, pressing her against the wall of my room. I'd heard her voice first, melodic, and beautiful, like a Siren's call leading me to the very dream I'd held so tightly to for more centuries than I cared to count.
"This wasn't the deal, William, you agreed not to touch me until-" I would have expected such word to be mixed with fear or apprehension, instead I was impressed by the steal in her tone. She had backbone.
"Yes, I know the deal, but please Celeste, don't you remember the amazing night we had? We could have that again." The English accent had been enough to set my teeth on edge, the sm
