“Now I’m regretting coming back home when we did,” Devon sighed as he watched the approaching fey dragon flock. “I do not want to deal with this.”
Tyson chuckled, “Dev, are you forgetting that I am no longer the Dragon Lord, which means you are no longer my second? As of last night, we are both retired. This,” Tyson continued, pointing toward the vocal flock, “This is not our problem. The only thing we have to guard is our plates and what family can’t fend them off by themselves.”
A broad grin slowly spread across Devon’s face as his mate Bree giggled beside him. He had to admit that he had forgotten that he was no longer Tyson’s second and Tyson was no longer the acting Dragon Lord of Obsidian. They had held those positions for so many years, Devon wasn’t sure how long it would take him
