" That's mine!" Kostya said in a still somewhat strangled voice as he lurched forward.
Gabriel reached for the box but Misha held tight to it, backing up a couple of steps as he eyed us.
"You are who?" he asked.
"Konstantin Fekete, wyvern of the black dragons. The phylactery belongs to me."
"The black dragons," Misha said slowly. "Surely they all died centuries ago?"
"Not all. There are still a few of us. And we will regain what we once held-"
Everyone in the room except Cyrene chanted in unison, "-but was taken from us. We will face death to restore to the sept the pride, the glory, the true essence, of what it once was."
Kostya glared at us all.
"Don't get him going about that, please," Aisling said from where she stood behind us, leaning against Drake. "It's late, and once he starts, it can take hours. "
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Gabriel reached for the box but Misha held tight to it, backing up a couple of steps as he eyed us.
"You are who?" he asked.
"Konstantin Fekete, wyvern of the black dragons. The phylactery belongs to me."
"The black dragons," Misha said slowly. "Surely they all died centuries ago?"
"Not all. There are still a few of us. And we will regain what we once held-"
Everyone in the room except Cyrene chanted in unison, "-but was taken from us. We will face death to restore to the sept the pride, the glory, the true essence, of what it once was."
Kostya glared at us all.
"Don't get him going about that, please," Aisling said from where she stood behind us, leaning against Drake. "It's late, and once he starts, it can take hours." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>