Chapter Fifteen, Part Two: Black DragonMature

He settles himself on the floor, in the wet bit of dark near the cot they gave him, and musses his hair up, his wide lips calculating the perfect pitch of a trembling moan, in case the string is missed.


“Now, whatever you do, team, don’t kill them, and don’t let them get the key... it won’t be easy,” he murmurs, before hanging his mouth open wide and slowing his breathing, “... ‘cause there ain’t no party like a Time Lord party.”


Then with a last grin at the shadows, he closes his eyes to wait.

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