Rising From Ashes: The Dragonless Wife's Revenge

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ocating scent of scorched earth seeped under the door. My stomach lurched violen

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against the stone wall as harsh light f

y. Half a step behind him cowered a woman in a plain, unpatterned white dress-Beryl Camacho. The woman w

ed down at me like I was

n barked, his voice brooking no argument. "She is carrying my p

her behind Dashawn's wide shoulder, though her green

ossed the silver candle scissors

at

re were called the Dragonless-cold-blooded bottom-feeders. As the foster daughter of a southern merchant and a Dr

e. "Have you forgotten, Commander, that the dragon-scale armor on y

red scales surfaced along his neck in a

agonless woman, yet you da

ing a white jade bottle from a hidden compartment in the table. Wh

k. Every dragon-kin feared this smell-it was Dragonbane-laced

se supplies to your army tomorrow," I said, pouring the green liquid into a goblet and pushing it to the edg

ing as he clenched his fists. Without my family's gold,

t expected a meek Dragonless wife to threate

lly, the red scales on Dashawn's neck faded

e spat, no longer daring to mention

ged her out of the bedroom. Outside in the hall, the household servants stared at each other wi

goblet and tilted my wrist, pouring

i

iquid burned a black hole

eflected in the glass was my own face-twenty years old, pale, and completely f

avy Dragonslayer Gold arrows pinning me to the mud, ripping th

t Beryl was a Blackflame Kingdom spy carrying a rotting stillbor

window, I pushed open the heavy carved shutters to let the freezing wind clear out Dashawn's nauseating scent. Beryl would

came from the end of the hallway, followed b