TEN
Maybe you should go and get help,” I say, for the first time nervous about Rhydian’s well-being. “I can go on ahead and see what’s up there.”
The thin-lipped response he gives me is loaded with flat disbelief. “And who would you have me go get?” he asks drily. “Malandre?”
I open my mouth and then close it again. Adom is precisely the person I want with me right now, but I know I can’t ask Rhydian to fetch him. Not when he doesn’t even believe.
“There’s something I didn’t tell you before,” I say to Rhydian as we sprint toward the watch tower. “Another lord appeared on the grounds with burns on his body.” My fingers feel for the pocketknife Patience gave me. It won’t be much protection against a dragon, but it’s better than nothing. I know how to creep, to make myself invisible. It’s
