69
SERENA
12 DAYS
Oh, just spit it out.
Furi blinks at me oh-so-innocently, her scales iridescent beneath the crystal refractions of the cave.
Spit what out?
I can smell your judgment from here.
She settles into her nest of diamonds.The Blackblood knows my thoughts.
You judgy little dragon! I set the boundaries, and I stuck to them. We’re going to be friends.
Not that we have much of a choice.
Sure.
Uh, excuse me, miss. Can we tone down the sarcasm?
Sarcasm is your native language. I’m being considerate.
I snort.
Does the Blackblood disagree?
No, no she does not.
She nudges me with her snout.What weighs on you?
Between this deal with Kylian, the mess I’ve made of my relationship with Zadyn, and seeing my mother’s doppelgänger, it’s pretty much a toss up at this point.
Was it seeing her or hearing what she had to say?
My eyes snap toward her.How do you know about that?
There are things I just know.
Hold on.I straighten, dropping the game bag filled with bloodied forest critters.What things?
Furi is silent.
I said, what things? Did you know about this?She gives me a noncommittal shrug.All of it?
Some of it, perhaps.
And you didn’t tell me?! Furi!
I whack her with a dead squirrel before flinging it up in the air. She catches it in her snapping jaws.
How could you not say anything?
Little traitor.
Not my information to share.
