C44 Getting Gerald’s heart…

Up on the rooftop, Gerald sat dejectedly against the wall, throwing daggers at Zurra with his eyes.

“You know, Zuri, blackmail is the lowest form of persuasion.”

Zurra gave a self-satisfied smile as she fanned herself with the worn Mead spiral notebook she held in her hands. Flipping it open to a frayed page, she read aloud. “‘I am half-dragon and half god