Chapter 48: Lochlann
Her voice held no fear. Lochlann glanced back, had a glimpse of her—black skin, brown eyes, emerald clothes—and knew instantly she was Ylenia. She wore no crown, but the way she held herself, the way she moved—the way others moved around her—let him know. He turned back to pushing through the dragons, stunned. He’d never thought he’d see the queen.
Reynox said nothing as she crossed the distance between them. Somehow the fighting dragons and Kynithremyln faded back, made room for her, even as Lochlann and the others struggled to get closer. With every step Ylenia took, the expression on Reynox’s face grew tighter, until she’d crossed half the distance and he raised a hand. She obeyed the motion to stop, but she didn’t look pleased about it.
“You expect me to believe
