Cain looked behind him at Mary, she still had traces of steel on her arms and face. She now had a whole different aura around her, sharp and heavy.
He could clearly tell she is a dragon, a great wyrm, and an old one at that. Centuries? Millenniums? How long does a dragon need to live to have such a feeling?
"Forget Nemmoxon and Zaleria, even that Dakin dragon won't compare to you. Why is someone like you pretending to be a guild girl, trying to deceive a mage, and even willing to marry him to achieve that goal?" Cain asked, giving Mary a sharp glare.
"He's right…" Sofia was about to jump into the conversation but Alice dragged her away, "All of you, let's give them some time alone." Alice called everyone out of the room.
That face Cain was making, she never saw it before, it wasn't a sad face, neither it was happy, it wasn't anger or disappointment either. It was something more sinister.
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Would he succeed? Will he fail? Do you want Mary Dead or Alive?