The chill of the night wrought a shiver down her spine as she moved through the shadows of Elyandria with the stealth of a panther.
Her inky curls were cold against her cheek, her silver eyes sharper than a hawk's and her feet falling as light as feathers as she jumped across the rooftops and balconies, persuing the group of soldiers walking down the street below her.
Ilaria had shifted into her elegant dragon form and flown all the way from the Frost Kingdom without letting anyone hear a whisper of her disappearance, although she had a hint that no one would mind if she was gone for longer hours, no one would even notice.
She had heard some whispers about Elyandria and Krogon's malicious intents, and so, the royal spy had taken it upon herself to investigate.
She did not wish to s
