His eyes narrowed, reminding me of the icy look he’d leveled at Marador. The very dangerous icy look.
“If you do not come with me,” he said, “I will not be able to protect you from other dragons.”
“I understand. We’ve already covered that.” I tapped my charm. “I won’t let him find me.”
Xervan was probably worried that Marador would catch up with me again, scour my mind, and find out the truth. Then he would be in hot water for having lied to his people. What if he forced me to go with him to prevent that?
After a long moment—I refused to look away or back down from his stare—Xervan stepped back and transformed into his dragon form.
He will be able to smell your blood in your relative, Xervan warned telepathically as he sprang into the air. Do not draw his attention to your kin.
I slu
