Lass lived a life with nothing but the knowledge that he was a freak; a hybrid, born of a human mother and a Haros father.

His lights were the circus fires, his sun and moon were the extravaganza of the unnatural; including him.

The members of the Grandchase all went looking for him. Not even the spirits in the trees dared to tell Ryan where he went, and Mari’s inventions failed to locate him…

Except for you.

You were also a hybrid, a dragon and a demon. You understood his suffering and he understood yours.

Lass let his sobs speak for him, clutching your robe so hard you feared it would rip. You hid him in your wings, his tears soaking your every being.

He wouldn’t dare tell the others that he had relapsed. Not even Rufus, his half brother. Only you could know. And he’d be damned if anyone else saw this side of him.