“You threatened him again? Will you get in trouble for that?” I grimaced, not wanting to be the reason Xervan got kicked out of his Dragon Court or his mother dethroned from it or whatever would happen. If he mouthed off to the wrong dragons, was it possible he would be subjected to the punishment and rehabilitation he had described?
“Likely,” he said, walking toward me, “but he seemed distracted. He told me I had better watch out because you have a sword capable of harming dragons.” He stopped in front of me, his gaze flicking toward Nightshade’s hilt.
His cool face was hard to read. I couldn’t tell if he was only stating facts or if he was irritated because I’d tipped my hand. Marador might be off in the woods, putting two and two together and realizing it was possible I’d killed his s
