817 Troublemakers on the loose

"Hello, darling Dragon. Miss me?"

The corner of Dragon's eyes sharpened the moment he locked eyes with the woman on the screen. That face was precisely the woman he would never forget, even after ten lifetimes, especially that wicked smirk plastered on her face, and the look in her eyes, as if she were looking down at anyone before her.

"Who are you?" he asked, his tone challenging.

"I am your beloved. Who else?! Don't you remember this beautiful face?" Hera smirked smugly. "My dear, don't tell me you forgot about me now?"

Dragon drew a deep breath as he hissed, his eyes glinting wickedly. "I'm not playing with you."

"Pfft—" Hera covered her lips with her fist, a subtle, yet manly gesture that didn't escape Dragon's observant eyes.

"This game you're playing is very dangerous… whoever you are," Dragon warned, sporting a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You will regret playing with fire."