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Drahon's pulse quickened. The footsteps stopped right outside the weapon room, and for a tense moment the silence stretched, so taut it felt like it might snap. His palms grew slick.
Drahon's pulse quickened. The footsteps stopped right outside the weapon room, and for a tense moment the silence stretched, so taut it felt like it might snap. His palms grew slick.
If it's the horned man… what do I say?
His mind scrambled, racing to invent an excuse. He could claim he got lost. Or maybe say he had sleepwalked. No, that sounded stupid. Maybe he could say he was just curious, looking for a bathroom?
The thought made him wince. Great. The legendary half-Dragon guy, wandering halls at night because he needed the toilet. Real convincing.
The footsteps moved again, softer this time—like the person was leaning close. He took a step toward the door, his heart hammering, preparing himself for whatever scolding or punishment might follow.
