Chapter 35
Rayna
If anyone had told me a month ago that my version of a “slow night in” would be sitting in a warded dragon apartment eating noodles out of a container while my bonded dragon enforcer cleaned a cut on my hand, I would’ve suggested they seek help.
“Hold still,” Miron said.
“I am holding still,” I muttered. “You’re the one scrubbing like I insulted your clan.”
“It’s Shadowflame residue,” he said. “I don’t want any of it left on you.”
“It’s a paper cut,” I said. “From a file. In your world, is paperwork also possessed?”
“In my world, anything can be a weapon,” he said. “Even paper.”
I rolled my eyes but let him work. The cut wasn’t deep, just annoyed-looking. It had happened earlier when Krayvon handed me a thick packet of “consent forms” that didn’t actually include t
