Iโm Val Thorvald, tough butt-kicking assassin and soon-to-be wife of Lord Zavryd'nokquetal. Heโs a dragon from another world, and heโs haughty, arrogant, and has horrible taste in footwear, but I love him. Our wedding is going to be amazing.
At least... Iโd like to think so. But when the coffee shop Iโm a co-owner of gets bombed, our youngest employee goes missing, and the entire elven family I didnโt know I had shows up for a visit, my wedding preparations take an alarming turn.
Oh, and did I mention that Zavโs clan is coming to the wedding? Dozens of dragons flying into the Seattle area. What could possibly go wrong?