Lysandir led them through the mountains. Barlo walked at his side, at home in his own mountain range.
They were almost halfway through the pass when Iarion felt a prickle on the back of his neck. He snapped to alertness and swept the area, looking for the source of the instinctive warning. He could see nothing. He noticed Silvaranwyn was also glancing about. She looked up at the night sky and fell to the ground with a gasp.
Iarion felt his eyes drawn upward to see what had frightened her. His blood froze. The large silhouette of a drake and its rider blotted out the stars. It was a Forsworn One.
“Koresin!” he hissed, lapsing into his own tongue.
Lysandir’s gaze followed Iarion’s and his eyes went wide. “Hide!” he ordered the others. “Quickly!”
The twins and Barlo seemed confused, but
