Clay POV
"Sit, Relax," Flint said, his voice echoing in the spacious sitting room. As we entered, I couldn't help but notice the warm glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the plush furniture.
"Don't be too hard on the kid," Bryn said, her eyes flickering with empathy.
Flint's response was accompanied by a mischievous smirk. "Never," he replied, his words laced with a touch of amusement.
"Jennifer and I will be busy in the office, play nice," Bryn announced. A soft chuckle escaped Flint's lips, adding a lightheartedness to the atmosphere.
"You act as if we are up to no good," Flint continued, his laughter lingering in the room. "Remember, Clay is a dragon. I'm pretty sure he could tear us to shreds if he wanted."
Noah entered the room, carrying a tray of glasses and
