Chapter Twenty-Eight
Turbulence
Daroandir didn’t know what to think of the change that had come over Iadrawyn. Although she was usually introspective, she had become completely withdrawn, driven only by a need for vengeance. This was not the Iadrawyn he knew.
He herded her along the mountain corridors, hoping they would not stumble across any dark dragons that had stayed behind. Lodariel had dashed out of sight long before to rescue Valanandir. Daroandir hoped they were safe. Lodariel could handle practically anything, but entering the home nest of the drakhalu alone was suicide.
Iadrawyn suddenly stopped, her eyes wide and unseeing. Daroandir tried to coax her onward, but she stood fast.
“Valanandir!” Her voice was a tortured whisper. She fumbled with her pack, oblivious of Daroandir
