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Everly stilled, listening. “No. Elandor?”
Elandor’s golden eyes narrowed, his attention sliding toward a darker tunnel.I hear it. And I smell something foul.
Everly wrinkled her nose. “Well, that’s not encouraging.”
“I’ll go first,” I said. “I can scout whatever it is safely.”
What are you going to do—frown at them?Elandor teased.
I shot him a look. “I can provide reconnaissance.”
Good point.
I crept forward, instinctively trying to be silent, though my incorporeal form made no sound as I moved, then leaned around the edge of the adjoining cavern, and froze.
What is it?Elandor demanded.
“It’s a dragon.”
That’s impossible,Elandor said, his voice suddenly low and sharp.There are only five dragons alive, and they’re all accounted for.
I gestured toward the shadows. “See for yourself.”
Everly and Elandor joined me. Everly squinted. “I can’t see anything.”
Elandor’s tone dropped to reverence.He’s right. It’s a dragon.
Everly’s eyes widened. “It must be in trouble... Is it a shifter?”
“Yes,” I said quietly. “The non-shifter dragons have long passed from our world.”
Elandor’s gaze sharpened, green eyes flaring.This one’s an elder. And, Alaric... I hate to say it, but he’s a full dragon.
Chapter 20
Alaric
“But that’s impossible. Dragons have been gone for two thousand years.”
Everly, seeing how tense I was—and smart enough to read the room —eased behind me and let me be her shield. I glanced back to check on her, and it was clear she was not okay. She’d gone pale, and fear flickered in her eyes.
“It’ll be okay,” I murmured. “We have Elandor, remember? And he’s bigger.”
Elandor snorted. “Thank you for that.” He inhaled through his nose. “I think he’s under some kind of spell. I’m fairly certain we’re going to need a warlock to figure out what he’s under and wake him.”
We all looked at one another and said at the same time, “Shay.”
“I can bring him here, I think,” Everly said. “Without us having to go get him.”
Elandor nodded. “That would be best. Now that we’ve found this dragon, I don’t think we should leave him. If your magic brought you to him, there was a reason.”
“He might be dying,” I said quietly. “We have no idea how long he’s been asleep.”
Elandor and Everly both nodded, sober now.
“Give me a sec,” Everly said, closing her eyes to focus on the dreamscape. After a minute she opened them again, frustration clouding her expression. “I don’t know how to find him. It’s different with shifters. My magic latches onto them and I can move them in and out. But Shay’s a warlock, and my magic isn’t tuned to him.”
“You found this dragon, though,” I reminded her. “So it’s possible.”
