Chapter 257

• [Carnelia]
• “Who is Primus?” The tall drake’s face twisted towards me, his right eyebrow raised, wrinkling the brow of his black skin, the color of midnight. His eyes, flashing green, remind me of my mate’s, much like the sharp edges of his chin. Much like Oaestr is my mirror copy, features like mine with colors switched, the same could be said of this male in his perfectly pressed uniform.
• “Her mate,” Oaestr answers for us both, her lip curling in disdain. “She’s obviously broken. This navigator may need to be recommissioned. She’s obviously suffering from delusions.”