Sitting down, I extend my wings to create a cocoon around me and Camilla. I cradle her body in my left arm and on my lap. A line of blood runs in a thin rivulet from her ear. With my right hand, I brush my fingers along her jawline.
“What’s happening?” she asks.
“I’m with you. You’re safe.”
She smiles, only there’s no joy in the expression. “When this is done, take me to the Dashur Mines. If Walker is still alive, he’ll bring me back. I want to be buried with my family.”
My eyes burn with held-in tears. “What kind of family do you have?”
“We have children, Xavier. And grandchildren, too.” Her breathing turns ragged. “Some of them are dragons.”
Somehow, I’m able to choke out a few words. “That’s beautiful.”
I rock her gently from side to side. Camilla closes her eyes and drifts into
