Chapter Ninety-Five.
Fitz stood staring at the chard velvet cloth. He was supposed to act shocked, but no acting had been required. He blinked his eyes, remembering the argument he was supposed to have with Juliette in a bid to further put Johan off the scent that he was helping the fae queen. The truth was, he wasn’t really helping her, but Anais, who wished to be left in peace after years of secrecy about her parentage.
The small dragon, with scales as white as snow, other than a band around its middle, where the scales were as green as grass, peppered with flecks of gold scales, breathed a long thing stream of fire towards Juliette.
“So, this is why you returned the child to its family. It became a danger to you,” Fitz bellowed, as the wolves in the grand hall, mostly sat in stunn
