Chapter 32

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them.

―Suzanne G. Rogers,?Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden

Randolph Belishaw stumbled down the alleyway, falling against a trash bin. His cold body shook. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Blood trailed down his cheeks as he clawed the sides of the metal dumpster and tried to stand.

Must get to Jodie. Must warn Mikhail.

The thoughts were a shining glow in the darkness that consumed him. Conrad Sinclair's poison still filled his veins like black sludge, preventing the dragon from coming to his aid. He was just a mortal manno, weaker than a mortal manand for the first time in his life, he felt true fear.

Fear was something a dragon almost never experienced in its life. Being mortal had never been a possibility until tonight. And now it hung over his head like the sword of Damocles.

"Bloodyfuckinghell." He stumbled like a piss-poor drunk down the alley until he finally reached the street.