“Apollo.”
Falcyn narrowed his eyes on Brandor. “How much have you heard?”
“Everything.”
“Well, if you know so much, any idea why we can’t turn into dragons right now?”
“No, sorry.”
“Blaise? Can you open the portal out of here?”
“My key doesn’t work here.”
Falcyn looked at him. “Urian?”
He made the sound of a warning buzzer. “Try again, Ringo.”
Without a word to them, Blaise headed for the trees. “Sylph?”
One of the reddish-brown trees in a twisted form awakened to look at them. Blaise jumped away with a curse.
“What is it?” Urian asked.
Transforming into a bleeding, demonic body, the sylph advanced on them with a round of cursing and hissing.
Blaise turned pale before he grabbed Brogan to pull her back from the tree. “She’s a gallu! Run!”
Light and sound exploded all around. It was as if the entire forest had come alive to consume them. Or at least tear them down. Everything was blowing up like some kind of sick heavy-metal light show.
They scattered into the fields.
For hours Urian and Blaise, with Brogan and Bran, searched for Falcyn and Medea. And as every minute passed, he worried more about Medea being alone with Falcyn. Though to be honest, he didn’t know what concerned him most.
The fact that they might get along.
Or that they might kill each other.
But the one thing that weighed heaviest in his thoughts …
“Brandor?”
“Aye?”
“What you said about Xyn? Is it true? Is she a statue?”
He looked offended by Urian’s question. “Why would I lie about that?”
“To manipulate Falcyn.”
Blaise slowed as the air around him became statically charged. “That’s not why you’re asking, Daimon.”
Urian threw up his own shields to keep the dragon from reading his thoughts.
But it was too late, judging by the intensity of Blaise’s stare. “Why did you never tell us that you knew her?”
Urian flinched at the way he saidknew.“To what purpose? I thought she was …” He couldn’t say the word “dead.” The pain was too much for it, even now.
Brogan reached out to touch Urian’s arm. “You love her.”
