Maybe nothing would happen. Maybe Marador would fly past without glancing down. He was looking for me, not random human tourists. Right?
The great silver dragon came into view, soaring over the road leading into town. Amber and her friend had turned onto that same road, heading down the sidewalk toward the shop. Maybe they would go inside and the dragon wouldn’t notice them. There were dozens of people wandering the sidewalks, eating at outdoor tables, and picnicking in the park.
Amber glanced up as Marador flew toward them. An instant before she shrieked, I realized that her quarter-elven blood would allow her to see the dragon.
I heard her scream from the rooftop up the hill. She threw a hand over her mouth and clamped it off immediately, but Marador looked down, looked right at her.
