"You jerking me around?" Mondusath dropped into the seat across from Orion, waving off the succubus server who came to greet them, his eyes locked on Orion as if afraid the man would get up and bolt.
Orion lifted a hand. The server set down two cups, bowed, and slipped away.
"You're not worth the trouble of jerking around." Orion pushed one cup toward him. At his present strength, this Great Dragon King of Light didn't even register.
"What do you want?" Mondusath sat silent a long while. So many demigods gathered in Blackstone City—it had started to dawn on him that the word Orion fed him might be real.
"The Emerald Dream Realm. And Wyntyr, the home world of your dragonkind." Orion said it flat—no swagger, no urgency. His real target in calling Mondusath here wasn't the Emerald Dream Realm at all. It was Wyntyr. He and a few of his brothers already held a third of the Emerald Dream Realm; one good shove and it would inevitably be dragged into the Titanion Realm.
