I had a bad feeling about being separated from Avva. A knot began forming in the pit of my stomach the moment our assignments were given, but I had managed to keep it under control. Until now. My anxiety suddenly ramped up to nearly panic level. The cause of the anxiety could have been one of two things. First, Avva was carrying my child, and she was in danger. Drache men have a mental and emotional link with their offspring from the moment of their conception. It’s a quirk of evolution that ensures that the mother of the babe is protected, and by extension, the babe itself. But that was simply impossible. Second, the fact that Avva was still in camp with the human she was betrothed to was getting the best of me. This was by far the most likely explanation. And, since that was t

