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 thoughts with.
The arrogant prick rubs my fur the wrong way.
Have you composed a will? If you die, will my figurine go to Diavan?
Is that what you want? He won you over with ten seconds of petting?
He rubbed my fur the right way.
I’ll keep your request in mind. Right now, in my world I am not even an adult so this all belongs to my father and about your figurine, I think it will pass on to him since I cannot make a legal will at this point.
“There are two dark elves on my list,” Xervan said.
“So?” I focused on him and ignored Damas’s mental sputtering about being lumped in as part of an estate—and going to a teenager.
“I have learned tha
