46
Rhys, the Draconis Imperia clan leader, had unwittingly chosen one of the Mother’s favorite places for their meeting—the Coyote Buttes in northern Arizona. The local government allowed very few people to visit these days, intent on preserving the unique and delicate conformation of the sandstone that made it an out-of-this-world landscape here on Earth.
She and Salvador had arrived early, but the dragon was already there. Rhys waited at the top, of course. Below him, the swirling sandstone ‘wave’ undulated.
The dragon smirked, as if he were daring her to scramble up there, potentially damaging the stone. Rhys could never let anyone else have the high ground, even if they weren’t enemies.
Salvador gazed up the hill, laughing under his breath. He still traveled with her—probably would
