“Then why did you accept his offer?” Fletcher cried, tossing his hands in the air. He didn’t know why he was bothering. Screaming at her was useless. She couldn’t process emotions, so she could never understand how wrong she was.
“I am not trapped by fear,” Khyvette said softly. “That doesn’t mean I’m not a prisoner.”
Fletcher—who’d been preparing some choice words, though he knew they’d fall on deaf ears—went still. He scrunched his nose, frowning at the jade dragon.
“We acted in accordance with what was best for our world,” she whispered. “We believed Valerion’s death would loosen the shackles on the magics that bind us.”
Fletcher was shaking. This was the most forthright Khyvette had ever been with him. Her eyes bored into his, intense and unblinking . . . and for a fraction of a he
