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I’m not going to drop to my knees in front of him and kiss his slipperedtoes.
Not even for a vial ofblood?
A strong breeze gusted through the door, knocking the curtains about, and Zav strode inside, once again in human form. He wore his usual black robe and slippers. Apparently, shapeshifters didn’t need to change clothes. I supposed I should be relieved he didn’t appear naked, like thosewerewolves.
“Thank you,” I forced myself to say, and smiled politely. It was possible I bared a lot of teeth during my polite smile. “What are you doinghere?”
Nose in the air, Zav looked at the snoring Dimitri and the disarray of my apartment. Maybe inviting him in hadn’t been a greatidea.
“Wondering why you brought me into this disheveled koboldhovel.”
“Sorry my apartment isn’t up to your standards. Some goons broke in and tore itapart.”
“Did you slaythem?”
“No, I’m saving that until afterbreakfast.”
He gazed impassively at me, but I had a feeling he couldn’t tell if I was joking or not. Maybe dragons didn’t have sarcasm. Or maybemongrelsweren’t usually sarcastic withthem.
“I am progressing through my list of criminals that I must capture and return to the Dragon Justice Court. It is a tediously long list. This world has been neglected forcenturies.”
“You know what they say. The reward for a job well done is anotherjob.”
“Do not interrupt me,mongrel.”
“You paused. I thought it was my turn totalk.”
“I paused to gather mythoughts.”
“That is important. Carryon.”
Val…Sindari’s gaze was less impassive as he looked at me.Don’t goad thedragon.
He won’t kill me. He wants something from me or he wouldn’t be here gathering histhoughts.
A dragon can easily lose his temper and inadvertently kill someone he’s talking to. He would have no regrets. He would find someone else to gather thoughtswith.
The arrogant prick rubs my fur the wrongway.
Have you composed a will? If you die, will my figurine go toDimitri?
Is that what you want? He won you over with ten seconds ofpetting?
He rubbed my fur the rightway.
I’ll keep your request in mind. Right now, my fourteen-year-old daughter is the heir to my estate.I flicked a finger to indicate the trashed apartment and all its vast wealth. Maybe she would get some use from the coinjug.
“There are two dark elves on my list,” Zavsaid.
“So?” I focused on him and ignored Sindari’s mental sputtering about being lumped in as part of an estate—and going to ateenager.
“I have learned that you will soon hunt darkelves.”
“Justone.”
“You will enter into theirlair.”
“I have to find itfirst.”
