Leader

Drákon to ápeiro den koimátai pia.

The definition of “dead” is “no longer alive.”

Even though it shouldn’t be possible, the Great is very much alive. But he isn’t here to rekindle our relationship. No, that remains as lost as the years I’ve wasted grieving him.

What’s worse than being abandoned under false pretenses? When said person shows no remorse or interest in you—or your newly discovered half-sibling—and he’s still keeping secrets.

One year of our time at Kronos University is down, and there’s only one more left.

Between traveling to fulfill obligations, and keeping everything—myself included—from falling apart, we’re barely attending University. But who cares? It’s not like we’ll be using our fine education for anything.

I’m Acacia-motherf*cking-Drákon and I won’t let anyone take what’s mine. If I have to give everything up to keep my men free from the clutches of the b*tch that’s challenging me, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Drákon the infinite no longer sleeps.