Chapter 89 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

By the third morning of the pilot, the office held more new forms than new dragons. I considered this a promising result until I tried to find somewhere to put my breakfast.

Delia moved a stack off the chair.

“Those need signatures.”

“All of them?”

“Two need yours. The others need people to stop...