A Dangerous Place Part 3

Asher turned his head, his gaze settling on the person who just spoke behind his back.

The creature's face resembled a cockroach, with big, glossy black eyes reflecting the dim light of the pub.

Its body, shaped like a human's, was covered in a hard, insect-like bronze shell.

Long, sharp fingers twitched slightly as it moved, and a pair of folded wings rested against its back, making a faint rustling sound when it sat onto the stool beside him.

With that cockroach face, it was impossible to tell.

It stared at him for a long time, and if he was being honest, he had no idea what expression it was making.

Was it smiling?

Angry?

Deep in thought?

Good thing one of the many perks of being a dragon—the absolute peak of existence among all organisms—was an innate ability to sense the emotions of other creatures.

He didn't know how it worked, exactly. It just did, like breathing.