I was right. By the next morning, I felt disgusted with my weakness from the night before.
She made me sick.
I didn’t need a Dragonian. I wasn’t a stupid lamb like George. He gave Becky everything she wanted.
I left the tent early. I found Lucian by the fire. We exchanged some words. Before I could stop myself, I asked, “Why did you tell her?”
“What, that you were my best friend?”
“I’m not weak.”
He frowned at the red embers. “I didn’t say you were.”
“I can’t do this. I’m not built this way.”
“You’ll get the chance to shine tonight, Blake.”
I looked at his tent.
“If she’s making your nervous, go take a flight and calm down. You are not going to take this one too. I won’t let you.”
I chuckled. “You seriously think that I want your spawn? C’mon, Lucian.”
“Take a flight Blake. Coo
