The nerve of that dragon. He’s so arrogant, so sure that I need his help.
I’d probably be more inclined to let him help me if he didn’t smell so friggin’ delicious. Every time I get close to him, his scent fills my nose and I feel my body getting all warm and tingly in places I don’t have time to deal with.
I need to focus, to find my brother and get him out of whatever hell The Chief has put him in. That poor creature, if they do something like that to Yhendorn … I refused to allow that to happen.
When I walk back inside, the sting of antiseptic washes his scent out of my nose and helps me to clear my head. If they brought Yhendorn back inside, then there must be another way out. With the number of supes that they were experimenting on, they had to have trucks somewhere.
I walk back
