My heart chills. Adom is leaving? What are the chances that he’s actually going to Onyx Island to check in on the dragons? And if he does...Ona’s threats rings in my head.
There’s a knock on the door. Berrel and I glance at each other, sharing mutual terror for a fraction of a second before he composes himself, grabs hold of my arm, and guides me into a linen closet. “My deepest apologies,” he says, and shoves me inside.
“Who is it?” he calls.
“Count Malandre,” replies the voice from the other side of the door.
My stomach drops to my feet. I can just see Berrel’s expression from between the slats of the closet doors. The friendly countenance drops. I push open the door and motion for him to come within range.
He moves my direction and shouts at the main door. “I’m busy. Come back late
