I gritted my teeth, trying to deny the dragon access to my mind, but mental talons scraped deep, sifting through my thoughts, trying to force me to think about the night of Alab’s death.
“I’d be okay with you assassinating them,” Amber said.
Her voice sounded distant. I was too focused on blocking the dragon to respond, to think about anything else. No, that wouldn’t work. He’d almost broken through before. I had to try something else, had to get them to release Amber, or at least move them away from her so Damas could fetch her.
“Wait,” I blurted. “Stop. It hurts. I’ll tell you everything, make it easy on you. Just promise me you’ll protect me from Xervan.”
The pressure lessened, and I felt an inkling of curiosity.
What has he done? Marador asked. Forced you to take him as a lover?
