“The proper address is, Lord Xervanryd, you honor me with your presence—how may I be of service to you and dragonkind?”
“I’ll keep that in mind should the day ever come that I want to kiss your a*s. What do you want?”
He squinted at me and then looked over his shoulder. At his a*s?
I would have laughed if I hadn’t been gritting my teeth in pain. The bullet had done more than graze me. I could feel it inside, grinding against my hip bone. I’d have to go to the hospital to have it removed, and I’d have to do it soon. As I’d learned in the past, my fast healing became an impediment if it healed around a bullet lodged inside me. A military surgeon had cut me open again the last time that had happened.
“I came to see how you are progressing with your research. Alabsaurin had a message deliv
