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"You lost track of my brother three days ago? How the hell does that happen?" My voice was low. Lethal.
General Rasmus stood before me, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed in submission.
He knew he’d screwed up.
We were alone in my study, doors shut tight. No one in this kingdom needed to know my brother was missing again.
Outside, the night was brutal. The wind was so cold it didn’t blow—it sliced.
"My men and I were preparing to travel to Laare to follow up on the report that Selene was spotted there," Rasmus began. "But before we could move, the First Prince shifted into his dragon. He didn’t wait. He just went."
"I already knew that," I said flatly.
The last time I saw my brother's dragon, Kullasim, was flapping his wings against the skies in Tharval.
"When we rea
