“And you left him to go get Nithe?” Liz crossed the street with rapid steps, bringing them to the front of his shop.
Albus gestured for her to walk around to the back of the tower. “No, I shared my flame with him.”
Liz stopped dead in her tracks, and Albus almost fell over her.
“You shared your flame?”
“He’s dying.” Zale would be furious with him if he woke up. He’d forced himself on him against his will. He would forever be bound to a white dragon. Or he could choose to die, and then Albus might die with him. He’d taken precautions when settling in here not to step on anyone’s toes. He wanted to live, but if Zale died…If Zale died, he was likely to follow, and right now it didn’t bother him nearly as much as it should. “I know he’ll hate me for it, but what should I do?”
Liz whirled
