CHAPTER 9
"Go away! I don't want to talk to anyone right now," Day yelled at the unknown intruder knocking at his door.
Day sat in his chair staring at the crackling fire in his fireplace. He knew it was early spring, but watching the flames and listening to the crackling wood, as he sipped his scotch, and curled his toes in the soft furry rug beneath his bare feet, always tended to calm Day. It allowed his mind to clear and find a bit of peace, and with his life in such turmoil, he was willing to try anything, even if it was a bit warm for his dragon.
The knock came louder, but Day just ignored it as he sipped his scotch and thought about everything happening around him.
How could his life have turned upside down so fast? Just last week he had been content to fly at night and serve wi
