Now Saffron was getting on my nerves. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled, threatening to shift into dragon spines.
“I did not,” I argued, my voice firm. “Stop projecting on me.”
“Then stop lying.”
My stomach twisted. Not this shit again. Couldn’t we talk for five minutes without it devolving into an argument?
This was Mylo’s fault. Yeah, that was it. Everything would’ve been fine if Mylo kept his stupidly accurate deductions to himself. If it wasn’t for him and his baffling psychic powers, Saffron and I wouldn’t be fighting.
It was time to do something about that little weasel.
Five hours remained until dinner.I quickly returned to the castle, stashed my body mic under my mattress, then donned a disguise. There was no time to get hassled. The beanie covered my golden hair, and my blue plaid shirt was old and raggedy. Hopefully it was enough to throw people off my scent.
Contestants flooded the lobby, all talking over each other.
Good cover.
My initial goal was to slip past people, sneakily check the guest list, and suss out Mylo’s room so I could accost the meddling ferret—but loud, accusatory voices made me stop.
“How didyoumanage to win?” one guy demanded.
I froze when I heard Mylo’s meek voice respond, “It was a lucky guess?”
Shit. Mylo was in there? I knew he hated crowds. They made him nervous. What was going on?
“No way,” an angry omega exclaimed. “He saved your fat ass from falling! Youhaveto know something we don’t!”
My blood boiled.
Whatever was said next, I didn’t hear it. Nobody did. My teeth sharpened into fangs, my nails into claws, and a furious dragon’s roar ripped from my throat.
The lobby went silent. Everyone stared at me, terrified at my half-shift.
Dammit. There goes my cover.
But I didn’t care. My anger was too hot to be contained. People leapt back as I stormed closer, parting for me like I was a bomb about to explode. Mylo was the only one who didn’t move. His knees trembled and his eyes were wet, on the verge of tears. That pissed me off even more.
Brimming with rage, I jabbed a clawed finger at the omega who’d uttered those foul comments.
“You,” I snarled.
He went as pale as a sheet. “M-me?”
“You’re done. Get the fuck out of here.”
“Huh? What did I—”
“Don’t act stupid,” I snapped. “You insulted Mylo’s appearance. I don’t tolerate that shit.”
The omega looked confused, then offended when he realized I was serious. “What? Come on! You can’t kick me off the show when I’m telling the truth. Heisfat!”
White-hot rage exploded in my veins. My dragon soul rushed to the surface, raring to rip through my human skin and let instinct take over.
Dear Holy Drake, help me before I decapitate this guy with my fangs on TV...
Something soft and warm touched my arm.
Mylo’s hand.
