Relief blossoms in my chest when he names his sister—at least I don’t have to break that news to him—but it’s quickly replaced by chagrin. The more I involve him, the greater the danger to his life. “It sounded like someone she’s hired to help with a problem.” I leave out the part where Adom and King Siles speculate that Leviathan and Cinderrider might be a nobleman and a servant in court. Could it be a noblewoman and a servant, instead?
Rhydian’s eyes meet mine. “You think it’s a dragon-related problem?”
“The children did say they saw a dragon land on the watchtower.”
“They saw a large bird,” he insists.
“Why would your sister hide in the watchtower? And whoever she was talking to made it sound like they didn’t want to be seen, either.” I expel a breath. “Cydra’s son died. I think tha
