The Dark Dragon

People say time changes things...though she's never believed that.

Scarlett Quinn has spent a decade cloaked in grief, power, and secrecy. Orphaned at nine and burdened with the legacy of a hidden bloodline, she now stands at the helm of a powerful corporation.

Scarlett belongs to the royal bloodline of a powerful race and as a late daïmon, she is burdened with the fact that she is the only one in her family who cannot access dark magic. and so her face must remain hidden from the world. Her black-and-gold scaled mask is more than tradition-it's protection.

As the anniversary of her family's deaths approaches, so does a reckoning-one that will bring her the truth of who she because some masks were never meant to be worn forever...and some dragons were never meant to sleep.

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She looked up and moved backward instantly, creating a good enough distance between her and whoever it was that wanted a dagger stuck in her. A man dropped down a few feet in front of her. He looked up at her with a sly grin.

"It's good to see you again Scarlett,"