She knows.
The realization simply comes to me. What she is also registers, as does her fear. My claws shoot out on instinct, but I don't move, can't move. I hear my dragon's distant roar, his distaste at my dream-state palpable.
"Where are the humans?"
I know that voice, have been here countless times. It's King Arhuk.
The Necculean king.
"Here they come, sire."
I turn just as the king does.
The mouth of the dark cavern sees two guards dragging in three humans. Their screams are muffled behind the cloths over their mouth, but it's the raw fear in their eyes that sends chills skating down my spine. What's going on?
"We found three just as you ordered, sire," a guard says when he's near enough.
King Arhuk comes into view. Lines weather his face, the countless centuries he's lived th
