Before they disappeared through the doorways, Roslyn sent Tate a tired smile. Tate waved.
The duke had gotten his wish. Roslyn was now a wielder of her very own relic, though its form was different than any relic currently in use, Tate would wager.
She’d very much like to know his thoughts now that he’d seen his daughter in action. Would he find her new talent an acceptable trade?
More than one guard was shaken when they learned the full extent of what had happened. George’s betrayal and the imposter posing as their leader.
Still, they kept their calm, going about their duties in an efficient manner.
Tyne stopped next to Tate, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he watched the bustling activity. “That was a fun little excursion.”
Dewdrop made a derisive sound behind Tate. Skye’s head appeared from behind Dewdrop, and she bared her teeth at Tyne when he looked in their direction.
Night blinked lazily from his spot on the grass.
Tyne’s lips curled upwards. “Something tells me I’m going to enjoy the new blood in our ranks.”
Those around them stiffened as Tyne strolled away, whistling a jaunty tune.
“We should have killed him when we had the chance,” Dewdrop said.
Tate shook her head. “From what they told me, Tyne was pretty useful in the encounter with Nathan, drawing some of his attention from Ryu at critical moments.”
“Not useful enough,” Dewdrop muttered with a look at the blood covered man.
Tate let out a humming sound as Night rose.
There will be time enough to kill him later if we need to.Night prowled in the direction of the city.
“Where are you going?” Dewdrop asked, raising his voice.
To find Mia and the cubs.
Tate shot Dewdrop a look.
“What?”
She tilted her head in Night’s direction while resisting the urge to lift her eyes to the sky in frustration. “Why don’t you help him? He doesn’t know where they are.”
Dewdrop scoffed. “This is Night we’re talking about. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
Skye nudged Dewdrop in his back, not being gentle about it.
“Fine. Fine. We’ll help the grumpy Veles track down the others.”
Grumbling, Dewdrop and Daisy’s dragon trailed in Night’s wake. Seeing them go, the other dragonlettes waddled after them.
Tate watched them depart, until Ryu’s presence wrapped around her.
“It’s time.”
Tate nodded and lifted her head to the clear blue sky. Not a cloud marred its depth. It was the calm after the storm.
“We should send someone for Blaise and Jacob,” she said.
They should be here to say their goodbyes.
“Already done. Ben sent people out as soon as we arrived, under his temporary authority as acting Lord Provost.”
