Chapter Fifty-Five
This dragon looks slightly smaller than Nero was in that form, but that doesn’t make him any less frightening.
“Cass.” Nero spits at the ground in front of the dragon’s massive claws. “Still guarding the gates like a dog?” he says in Russian.
The dragon shines with energy, and a naked man stands in its place.
Clearly, dragons don’t choose what they look like in human form, as there’s no way this guy would voluntarily look like this. His forehead protrudes far enough to allow him to star as a caveman in a GEICO commercial, and his upper body is much buffer than his lower body, making him look like a rooster.
Giving Nero a look that belongs in the dictionary under “fury,” he says in a growly voice, “I knew I smelled a coward earlier, but you scurried by without saying
