Christianna's eyes opened, and the first word out of her new mouth, delivered in a high, fluttering tone, was "Master?"
Jamilla's reptilian face split into a grin. "Bring all the gold and silver and jewelry you have here." he ordered his slave. "It's time to start building my hoard."
The biggest question facing the new dragon, though, was where to establish a lair. This was something Jamilla had fantasized about as a nerd girl, but the options were few. Clearly a suburban house wasn't going to work. There were some abandoned coal mines not too far away that might work. There was also a deserted warehouse in town, although he didn't want to live that close to humans that weren't slaves or prisoners. Or perhaps he could go to one of the few areas in the far north where humans were few, although he wasn't sure how he would keep Christianna alive under those circumstances. This whole life as a dragon thing was going to be a bit more complicated than he had thought. . .