The dragon Alpha had left with Sibyelle’s body, his clan performing a burial somewhere in the mountains. While most of the dragons had returned, Lothair was still nowhere to be found, leaving his daughter in our care. She was still crying when I had left for my shower, but now she seemed to have fallen quiet, exhausting herself into sleep. I inched closer to get a better look at her chubby cheeks, her light eyebrows, and the thin, silky strands on her head. Only her face was visible from among the blanket. She looked so terribly delicate, and I worried that an errant change in mood from my father would cause him to crush her in his hands.
Footsteps rang through the tunnel behind us. Garrett appeared around the corner with a plastic bag in one hand and a steaming thermos in the other. I s
