Chapter 38
Rayna
Krayvon’s greenhouse was the only place in this whole tower that didn’t feel like it was quietly judging me.
It was warm, humid, and smelled like soil and citrus instead of antiseptic and dragon magic. Vines climbed up metal frames. Broad leaves brushed my shoulders when I walked past. Somewhere, water trickled over stones. If I pretended hard enough, I could convince myself I was back in my grandmother’s backyard, fussing with pots on a cracked patio instead of being a half-imprisoned anomaly in dragon HQ.
“Don’t touch that one,” Miron said behind me. “It bites.”
I froze, finger an inch from a thick, glossy leaf with tiny red thorns along the edges. “Of course it does.”
“It reacts to heat signatures,” he added. “It’ll think you’re prey.”
“So your friend Krayvon kee
