Chapter Twenty-Five
Ric
Golden hair flowed down the woman’s bare back over crisscrossing scars marring her pale skin. Was she a prisoner? She had to be. Ric’s eyes twitched beneath closed lids. They’d been inside Dracon for three days now, and the dreams had grown more intense. He couldn’t explain it. It was as if the closer he got, the more he could feel her rather than only see the images playing in his mind.
His magic wanted to reach out and wrap her in its power. He got the feeling, whoever she was, she wouldn’t only save his mother, she’d save all of them. Him. His father. She’d erase the half-life they’d been living and replace it with something… more. Just more.
He had to find her.
A lock rattled, and the girl’s head snapped up, her eyes wide but not with fear. There was someth
