Chapter 20

“What’s Rodyn’s connection to the dragons?” Emory asked impatiently.

Instead of replying, Dante took her hand and laced his fingers into hers, then led her toward the gate. Even though impatience cawed at her, she followed him.

Growing up, her mom always joked that she had ants in her pants because she could never sit still. Always in a hurry to get to the next thing. That was before she lost her parents in Suvaria. She’d learned to appreciate the simple things since then, like the sun setting over the mountains of Broiia, and the sound of her father’s voice. Everything else seemed so trivial now.

“Your majesties,” the guards bowed at the gate.

As the gate creaked open, she forced the memory of her parents out of her head. Dante’s single, looming castle came into view and a walkway of cobblestones and sprawling ivy welcomed them in. He led her forward under the moon’s warm glow, and everything fe