The ballroom buzzed with a unique energy, a careful balance of human high society and dragon nobility. Caden Vaughn stood at the edge of the crowd, his midnight blue tuxedo a stark contrast to the sea of black and white. His enhanced senses picked up the subtle scents that distinguished dragon from human, a secret known only to those with scales beneath their skin.
"Quite the turnout," Nyree murmured at his side, her silver gown shimmering under the chandeliers. "The committee has outdone itself this year."
Caden nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "The Cultural Exchange gala always draws an interesting crowd. It's a delicate dance, keeping our secret while fostering these connections."
His gaze landed on Lyra, laughing at something Damien said. Her emerald dress caught the light as she
