To Kill A Goddess

Chapter 9

The cloaked figure watched from behind an outcropping of rock as the girl shielded the others, caring little for her own safety. He watched as she saved the princess, though neither of them knew it, watched as a dragon the shade of the moon chose her.

Rage, hot and violent, stirred in his gut at the sight of the slave shackle on her ankle, the knowledge it would likely remain there compounding his ire.

If only they knew…

But he had to wait.

Patience had never come easily to him, but the years had forced him to practice until it was close to second nature.

Oh, yes.

He would wait.