Raff’s POV
I put the bottle of ‘Dragon Tears’ on the shelf next to ‘Siren Song’. I have been preparing elixirs that the bartenders can mix up into cocktails easily following the recipes that I have given them.
I’m concerned because the few times that Aiden has spoken to me in the last several days he has been frantic and barely making sense or calm and collected but sporting the golden eyes of his dragon. I think something is wrong with him, but hope that is just the stress of the looming Grand Opening. Right now, he is more frantic and confused.
“King Aiden Crowe! Get yourself together and bring Ms. Wildwood up from where you are hiding her!” an Older fae orders as he appears out of thin air.
I take in the hint of copper to his skin tone and the white hair with tips the silver-green c
