“Do it,” came Mareleau’s voice.
Cora spun around to find her friend outside the tent, Noah in her arms. The gauze was gone, exposing the inflamed wounds on her neck. Cora’s stomach churned but they had no other choice. Regardless of their efforts, they’d failed. The Forest People couldn’t help them. Not with Mareleau. Not with the prophecy, the dragons, or the threat of Darius.
They’d fully failed.
Gritting her teeth, she extracted the collar from her pocket and charged for Mareleau. “I’m so sorry,” she said as she prepared to clamp it around her neck?—
“Ferrah!” The female voice rang through the camp, rising above all the other sounds.
Cora was dumbstruck at hearing the dragon’s name. Who else would know it but her? She halted, the collar mere inches from Mareleau’s neck, and cast a look over her shoulder. Ferrah snapped her maw shut, closing her teeth over a flicker of purple flame, extinguishing it in a puff of smoke.
The voice called out again. “Hold your weapons! Fall back.”
The archers and spearmen hesitated.
Cora scanned the crowd, seeking the speaker, but it was too dark to make out a single figure amongst the chaos. Only one cookfire remained burning, the cauldron that had hung over it now toppled on its side, its contents spilling onto the soil.
The black dragon landed beside Ferrah, sending the ground rumbling.
“Fall back!” the voice repeated, and the fighters lowered their weapons and scrambled away from the two creatures.
Finally, Cora could make out the speaker. A tall, slender female strolled toward the clearing, hand outstretched toward the dragons. She made a shushing sound, and the dragons seemed to calm.
Ferrah folded her wings down her back and shuffled a few steps away, head low. The black dragon, however, took a step closer. But not to attack. Instead, it lowered its head, crouched down, and touched its massive snout to the woman’s outstretched palm. Its sinuous black neck trembled, and a soft rumbling emanated from its chest. A sound somewhere between a chirp and a cry left its mouth as it nuzzled the woman’s hand. The creature was so much larger than the figure, it could have knocked her over with a single breath. Yet all it did was gently nudge her hand, eyes closed.
Cora’s feet moved before she knew what she was doing, drawing her closer to the clearing. The dragons. The woman.
“I’m here,” the woman said. “I’m here, Uziel.”
Silence fell over the camp, though it was punctuated with whispers and muffled cries.
Cora stopped moving once she reached Salinda’s side. She was much closer to the clearing now, but she still didn’t recognize the woman from behind. Long black hair trailed down her back and her brown skin was unadorned with tattoos. The brown bodice and patchwork petticoats she wore seemed slightly too big in places and too small in others. Her bodice was loose and seemed to ride high on her midriff, while the hem of her skirt was well above her calves. A style inappropriate for winter.
“Who is she?” Cora asked, but Salinda only shook her head.
The woman stepped closer to the dragon and pressed her forehead to the creature’s snout. It let out another string of chirps. Then the woman spoke.
The words sent a chill down Cora’s spine. Not because she understood them, but because shecouldn’t.
Couldn’t, yet she recognized their cadence. The way they rang with a strange sense of familiarity.
She was speaking the language of the ancient fae.
A language the Forest People rarely spoke, aside from sparse words and partial phrases. Yet this woman spoke with ease and clarity…like the Elvyn had in El’Ara. Though their words had been translated by magic, she’d heard them speak before Etrix had woven his translation enchantment.
The dragon named Uziel kept its head lowered and backed away from the woman’s hand. Then, extending its leathery wings, it beat the air. Once. Twice. The first gust of wind sent the woman’s long black hair blowing away from her face, revealing the pointed tip of an ear. The second gust rushed over the camp, and Cora had to shield her eyes as clouds of dirt funneled into her. By the time the wind subsided, the dragons were no longer on the ground but soaring high overhead.
Then they were gone.
Relief uncoiled inside her, and she realized much of it wasn’t her own. She hadn’t been able to make out Valorre’s voice since he’d called her name, but she felt his proximity, their mental link.
You’re all right?he asked, his voice finally cutting through the disorder in her mind.
I am, she said, but she couldn’t focus on herself right now, or even Valorre.
Her gaze locked on the woman, still facing away from her. Cora knew who she was. There was only one person she could be.
Finally, the woman turned around.
