Opheliac

by J. F. Jenkins

  “Yes, we are well familiar with the custom, my lord.” The priest said softly. “Is there anything else that you request of us at this time?”

  Two weeks. The dragon lord said again. Have everything ready by then.

  “Yes, my lord.”

  It wouldn’t pass fast enough for him. He knew it. As he flew home, he was already beginning to feel the drag of the hours, and those hours would extend into days. He wondered if the same would be true for Tai Dawson.