“The dragon form of me couldn’t fit in the booth, and the photographer was unsettled. He would not consider going outside with me. I decided not to magically compel him. People don’t do their best work under such conditions.”
“Imagine that.” I turned the poster, wondering at the plausibility of setting up a hatchet-throwing arena in my small apartment. And if I could truly bring myself to hurl blades at his face. “Mangling someone who looks human seems sadistic.”
“You would not consider it s******c to mangle a dragon?”
“Nah. It would be like operating a crane with a wrecking ball and swinging it into a building marked for demolition. Satisfying.”
Xervan gazed at me. Something about it made me feel guilty, like I was morally wrong to find the idea of mutilating a dragon appealing. It wa
