Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

Those moments following his call were torturous. Was Etienne here? Would he come? Cambria leafed through all the possibilities in his mind, though thankfully the man’s arrival scattered those to the wind. In fact, the sight of his face made the Dragonling’s brain freeze momentarily.

He stared, lips parted slightly, for a couple of beats before catching himself and offering a far too breathy, Hey. Cambria hesitated, mismatched eyes catching on Etienne’s own, falling to linger on his lips and then dropping to the kill at his feet. Are you hungry, by any chance? he quipped softly, glancing up again through his eyelashes.