“Took you long enough.” Phainon said, leaning against his dragon with crossed arms and an infuriating smirk on his face. “I was starting to get worried that you died.” His dragon puffed an irritable breath in response, its yellow eyes clearly narrowing in distain at the comment. “Oh, hush.” His blue eyes rolled with mirth.

The two of you were bonded mates thanks to your dragons, and you couldn’t figure out if it was the worst thing in the world or not. You were a mercenary, a less than noble saint who just needed the money where you could get it, and your dragon has been helping you since you were a child. You’ve outgrown the desolate city that was your childhood and ended up leading a not so lawful lifestyle with someone you considered a friend. Unfortunately, they weren’t here to see your progress.

But you had gotten a tip recently in the lovely city of Okhema. Your client wanted Phainon of Aedes Elysiae killed and they would pay you handsomely. You agreed, of course, you could never turn down money. But things didn’t go as planned, and he overpowered you faster than you would’ve thought. Who knew the goody two shoes Phainon could fight like a beast?

But afterwards, Phainon demanded to know who demanded for his murder. You told him you didn’t know and frankly didn’t care, but he threatened you and your dragon, that he would not only expose you and your identity, but if he or his dragon were killed, then so would you. Everything just wasn’t working out for you in that moment.

“You look like you want to kill me.” Phainon tilted his head, his short white hair swaying in the small breeze. “Not that it would be a first, but you are the first to come close, I’ll give you that.“