I got what he was saying. If my father didn’t believe him, we would be stuck in this time, maybe even killed.
We left the library and the tour progressed.
The lobby was gorgeous. Most of it had been destroyed and rebuilt in my time. These stairs were different. My mother’s painting hung way above.
She was so beautiful, vivacious and young—twenty, maybe twenty-one.
He needed to believe us.
We ate lunch outside on a porch that was also destroyed in our time. Small dogs cavorted at our feet.
Goran was nowhere to be found.
“I’m sorry to intrude,” Blake said. “Enhanced hearing. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation this morning.”
My father sipped coffee and put it back on the saucer.
“You want to know what it is I love about Wyverns?”
He nodded.
“Dragon is dragon, whether th
