Chapter 46
Bright light spilled over her. Shafts of sun streamed through stained glass windows, flooding the white marble chamber with a riot of color. Empress Aldelphia sat at the head of the room atop her golden throne. Commander-General Caelburn and a contingent of mages stood to the left of the throne dais; Khyvette crouched on the right, Fletcher perched on her shoulder. The dragon’s presence made the massive chamber feel cramped. Roxanne’s breath hitched in her throat. Three black-robed humans and one mid-sized daemonion stood in the center of the tiled floor. “It can’t be,” she whispered, squinting at the monster’s distinct, mottled green-black hide. “Frinshir?” Though Roxanne’s voice was soft, barely audible, the daemonion twitched. She swiveled her wedge-shaped head, and her six beady red
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