Maybe it was a wolf king bandaging her palms at four in the morning.
Maybe it was the camisole and shorts that had been in the running for her favorite pajamas and were now last place.
Maybe it was the third in command helpfully listing all the ways she was not good for Maddox politically, just in case she hadn't considered it on her own.
Whatever it was, the amount of fucks given by Guinevere Lunaris was now freshly out of stock.
Heartbroken? Yes.
Dignity? Presume dead.
A bad bitch? On her way.
Ryker leaned back in a chair inside the preparation tent, watching her.
"Congratulations, Gwen. You've been assigned the best dragon on this field." He tapped his chest. "This guy."
Blair started laughing.
Guinevere looked at her. "What?"
"You are about to make him look good."
"She is," Ryker agreed without any shame. "Skyrunner good."
Damon abandoned the bow rack he was looking at. "Walk me through this. What's a skyrunner?"
