Page 35 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

The moment I step inside,I realize a problem.

I don’t have a badge.

The entrance is guarded, and registration is clearly required.

I start to consider other ways in when someone—an event coordinator, by the looks of them—stops and stares at me.

“Oh, thank gods, you’re here!”

I blink. “Excuse me?”

The coordinator beams. “You’re the dragon knight model, right? The one we hired for the main event?”

I say nothing.

Because what?

The coordinator looks at my suit, my stature, my presence—and clearly assumes I am someone meant to be here.

I exhale slowly. “Yes.”

“Perfect! Right this way—your partner is waiting backstage.”

I follow without hesitation.

I seeher before she sees me.

Standing backstage, dressed in full warrior-priestess armor, her expression tight with nerves.

Her hands are curled into fists, and she keeps adjusting the gauntlets on her wrists.

She looks perfect.

And yet—she is not okay.

She’s struggling.

I step forward.

She turns.

And the second she sees me, her shoulders sag in relief.

“Khanner,” she breathes, like I’m some kind of lifeline.

She blinks rapidly, then flushes red as realization hits her.

“You’re here.” Her voice is high-pitched. “Oh my gods, you’re here.”

“I am.” My tone is even, cool.

Sunny makes a strangled sound, eyes darting everywhere but me. “This isn’t fair.”

I raise a brow. “What isn’t fair?”

“You’re—you’re so gorgeous.” She throws up her hands. “It’s not fair!”

I blink.

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