Page 117 of The Dragon King's Assassin

Drasik stood behind him, staring at me as if I were a rare creature he'd never seen before.

“Thanks for helping me with him,” I said to Drasik.

He bowed to me. Fucking bowed.

Teng laughed his scaly ass off.

“Shut up,” I hissed at him. “I'm important now.”

“What the fuck do you think I'm laughing about?”

“Asshole.” I grinned.

“Dragon mate,” he shot back. “What does that mean exactly? Are you going to be a second king?”

“No,” Drasik and Hersk said at the same time, Hersk a little more emphatically than Drasik.

“We don't know what the King will decide to give Locrian for a title,” Drasik added, “but there can only be one king. The Assassin will be his mate.”

“If I decide to forgive him,” I said.

“If?” Drasik gaped at me.

Hersk stood from unlocking the last set of manacles and joined the other knight in his gawking.

“Come on, guys,” I said to the Nerakians. “We deserve a nice breakfast, and I know just the place. My treat.”

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