Fen just nodded at the others, the faintest twitch of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Everything was unfolding as they had planned… well, almost. The mate part was a complication none of them had counted on, and from the look in Lydia’s eyes, it wasn’t something that could be brushed aside, and the dragon part was mind-blowing, since they thought they were killed in the great war and doesn't exist anymore. Still, the mission came first. Without a word, he fell into step behind the dragon’s second, boots echoing on the stone, shoulders squared as though he hadn’t just been chained like a criminal. He didn’t look back again.
Balder did. He tracked Fen’s retreat until the doors slammed shut, leaving the three of them with the dragon lord. A sigh slipped from him as he worked the
