When the girl opened her mouth to speak, Claire raised a finger to her lips at the same time as Roy. “We have to help her.”
“She’s a dragon,” Roy said.
“I know. I can smell the scent on her.” She tried to speak to her mentally. It was like there was no one there. “Why can’t I reach her mind? Even when you’re blocking me I can tell you’re there.”
“It’s the chains they’ve used on her.” Roy pressed his finger to his lips again when the girl opened her mouth.
She glared at them, moving her hands in a ‘what can I do’ motion. She wore a black dragon leather button up top and trousers that sat low on her hips, her hair a tangle of copper and gold around her face, her eyes dark enough they were almost black. Bruises, gashes and blood covered her body, very little of her golden coloured skin un
