A wry smile appeared as Amber slowly shook her head at her own thoughts rather than in answer to Treon’s question. Ronan would think her weak. It was a good thing he wasn’t here. “It does help in a way.” Only because it made her think of the savages differently. They were similar to dragons in their attitude. It seemed there was no room for the weak in either race. Being weak was punishable by death.
They reached a point overlooking Brigitte’s castle, well after midnight, and remained hidden in the forest. While they waited for the savages to wake, they dismantled each travois and returned the canvas and rope to the dragon-leather backpacks, spreading one piece of canvas out under a tree to lay the savages on to help protect them from the cold.
Amber kept scanning the area, making sure
