Startled Fredrika scrabbled behind a large pile of gold heart racing, from the doorway he had looked asleep. Dragons were notoriously possessive of their treasure and in all honesty she was surprised someone as grumpy as Wagner left it at a growl.
So many rare metals, some that Fredrika had only read about in books, littered floor. It would be a great opportunity for her…if that growl was only a warning and not a threat of being roasted. Circling the pile the mechanic popped her head out the other side, hands held up as if agreeing to his unspoken terms. Pulling down her goggles she crouched back down, examine the foot of the pile, making sure to keep the king of the dragons in her site at all times.
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