Cash’s POV
It’s been weeks, I sigh and slam my dragon etched whisky glass against the expensive wood table. I should be more careful, I caution myself. This is expensive colored glass, it was handblown a beautiful aquamarine color and the glass blower etched a different dragon into all of the glasses. We’ve looked everywhere for my mystery girl and we keep on turning up empty handed. Next to me the fire is roaring, the crackles and pops are music to my ears. I love fire, at the thought the dragon inside of me begs to be set free to roam the skies and melt every village, every kingdom until we find her.
“Not a good idea Cash,” I curse at myself.
Rain is pouring down the walls of the great stone castle. Outside the sky is overcast. My thoughts have consumed me lately. I’m distraught and
