Irene hid near the doors of the dining room, guarding the dragon. No, not that frostbitten, or rather frozen. She lay in wait for Kosterok and prayed that the operation called Profitable Acquaintance would be successful.

As soon as the dragon appeared, Aeryn grabbed his hand, not noticing that he was in the company of a crystal and other winged ones. However, she was not going to retreat, even when she noticed.

“I need you,” she whispered, continuing to drag the perplexed Bonfire. “Like a man,” she said meaningfully.

Eryl stopped abruptly, restrained the witch who had collapsed back, pulled her to her feet and brushed her off.

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