Jennet took another breath of fiery air and kept singing. She stumbled over a couple of the words, but the song poured from her mouth, haunting and lyrical. Her mother used to sing to her at night, a forgotten lullaby she’d buried deep, along with the pain of her mom leaving. Somehow the song had resurfaced when she most needed it.
J“Jennet,” Tam whispered.
Her name was a thread of sound, barely audible over the echoes of the song. She opened her eyes, then shrank back, pressing her shoulders against the hot stone behind her.
The dragon stood, obsidian claws scraping the peak it had slumbered on, and unfurled wings so dark they seemed to suck all the light into their shadowy folds.
*Who wakes me?*
The Elder Fey did not speak, not in human fashion, but the meaning sounded in her head,
