“Forgive my brother, he reigns with brute force not diplomacy,” she held out her hand when Shanna had shrugged on the garment. Shanna looked at the offered hand it wasn’t really the hand of friendship. The woman was looking down her thin nose at her. Her top lip looked like she was trying not to snarl at her. She would have been pretty if her face didn't look so hard. Like she hated everything and everyone. Her aura was a deep burgundy. The color of dried blood. Her new instincts told her it was the color of hate and death. Surprise, a new gift popped into her head. She could feel her emotions. See what she was thinking. It wasn't nice. Tumbling images of how she was going to kill the dragon. Even though the bear in Avas’s middle was one-tenth the size of her dragon. It was actually pathet
