HERA
“Join me for dinner.”
No one but the dragon King would call me a criminal and invite me to dine with him all in the same breath.
“I am not hungry.”
“It does not matter and there are no options. You will join me for dinner.”
I do not want to sit next to him, pretending to smile and trying to stomach food while having dozens of dragonkin eyes stare out at me like the latest attraction at the country fair; watching my every move, questioning me, judging me.
I just know I am going to slip up and someone will notice or even worse maybe like Henette, they would realize that I am not who I claim to be.
Just the thought of it is so terrifying; it makes me sick to my stomach with worry.
So I hide my fear behind defiance and fold my arms across my chest.
“And if I refuse?”
He glances
