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Not to mention, on every surface were pieces of art and knickknacks crusted with gems. There were even loose gems as small as pebbles and big as his palm scattered about. It was simply too much for his brain to take it all in. He might never have ventured into the emperor’s palace in Chang’An, but he couldn’t imagine that it was as rich as this.
“In the various bureaus, wardrobes, and chests, you will find clothing. There should be something among them that fits you. Feel free to wear whatever you wish,” Mr. No-Name said, waving his hand to the left.
Xiang took a few tentative steps forward and leaned a little bit to look where his companion directed. There were, in fact, a dozen old chests and several bureaus. He could imagine that he was going to find rich silks, fine cottons, soft cashmeres, and elegant linens. Definitely not his usual choice, but at least it would be warm and dry.
“Sleep wherever you want. There’s a bed through those curtains, but there are also sofas and cushions everywhere,” the man continued, pointing almost absently toward a set of nearly see-through red silk drapes that partitioned off the room.
“Where do you sleep?”
His new “friend” ignored his question and kept walking through the room. He pointed in another direction. “There’s a kitchen through there. You should find plenty of food.”
Xiang wandered forward to peek through the red drapes and wished he hadn’t. The giant wood-carved bed was on a fucking pedestal. It appeared too rich and expensive for anyone to sleep on. Plus, it was on a fucking pedestal.
“Yeah, food,” he called out, slowly backing away from the bed. “That’s nice, but I’m a vampire. Normal food isn’t going to cut it for me.” Not to mention, he really wasn’t that great of a cook despite living for more than two thousand years.
No answer.
Xiang turned around, his eyes skimming the room quickly, but his guide was nowhere to be found.
“Hey! Where did you go? Did you hear me?” Xiang shouted as he jogged from one end of the room to the other. But he couldn’t find the man.
A heavy weight sank into the pit of his stomach and a chill ran over his skin as he turned to the door they’d used to enter the massive room. It was closed. How was it closed? It had taken the two of them to open it. There was no way the stranger had closed it on his own, and quietly.
No, not just quietly. Dead silent. Not a noise.
His hearing was sharper than any other creature in existence. Right?
There was no way the man had slipped out and closed the door behind him.
Xiang raced to the door and shoved, but it didn’t budge. He tried again and again, but nothing. He was locked in.
Slowly, Xiang turned back toward the room, the glittering objects taking on a new sinister light. It was a treasure room unlike anything he could have ever imagined.
More precisely, a dragon’s hoard.
He was standing in the dragon’s hoard.
Would the dragon kill him for trespassing?
Or did the dragon now consider him part of his collection?
Fuck, he had to get out of there.
Don’t miss out on Xiang’s escape from the dragon’s hoard and his race to return to his family.
But there’s far more to this dragon than meets the eye. Xiang might find himself adding something even more precious to the dragon’s collection—his heart.
