Rhydian growls deep in the back of his throat. Something about it causes the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. He knows something. I’m sure of it.
“And when Jetarna performed her spell, she was paid well. And my mother was paid with a promise. That my family would forever be bound to yours. That her children would be protected.”
Rhydian creeps forward, head bent, tail slithering like a snake behind him. “Change.”
“I can’t,” she says, and there is a sad note to her voice. “I have lost my human.”
“If you can’t change, then you’re only a dragon,” says Adom. He nods to the stony beasts flanking King Siles. “The dragons of Onyx have come to take you.”
“There must be blood,” snarls one of the changelings. “She must be punished for the murders.”
“She will be,” answers Adom. He glances a
