Morven sighed softly. "Miss Chance, why make this hard? We serve the Sky Dragon Clan. Our search concerns the Draconians, not the House of Chance. Give us his location and your father will let you go."
Vivian answered with a thin sneer. "Since you were lurking the whole time, why didn't you chase him yourselves?"
Morven shook his head. "He carries draconic aura, yet we cannot lock onto him. Some artifact must be smothering the trail."
He let the pause stretch, then fixed her with his gaze. "You, however, touched him. His aura clings to you. Through you, we can reach him."
Color leeched from Vivian's cheeks.
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