THE LEADER OF THE AMERICAN dragons held Layla’s hand in the face of the sea of bodies. It was the first time she’d ever seen him lose his cool. So, she let him hold her hand. It was a small thing to give, one that wouldn’t hinder her if she needed to move.
The city didn’t bother her as much as other places did. She didn’t scour the city’s streets when the men went in search of warm beds once a month, but she had, a few times, snuck out to see what the world had to offer. Never had she known a life when her people weren’t contained to the Territory. Never had she known freedom of the world.
Soon, she would not have freedom, but she would have more of the world. She wondered how much of the States Drake would allow her to see. She would, effectively, be her own person while in the States.
