Chapter Twenty-Nine

The house emptied of menfolk whilst Perditha and I frantically tended to the man’s injuries, managing to stop the bleeding from his arm only for him to undergo some reaction to a toxin absorbed through his wounds. I thought of Daerton’s precious anti-venoms and wished that I had possessed the foresight to bring them, and Rapunzel’s hair.

I still wore the witch’s potion in a vial around my neck and my hand went to it several times as I contemplated its use. However, if the potion was not what I had been told, using it on the man could result in his death, and if it were… Then I would have used on a stranger something that might save Tarra or one of my brother’s lives.

It was not lost on me that the man’s injuries were caused by the very same creatures that my siblings had come to hunt and kill, and that Tarra intended to do it in human form with a sword, and not as a dragon and by flame as Caraway was no doubt doing. It was frightening enough to think of him out there fighting against