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Then Radnor jumped up with an agonized roar. What deception is this? He looked at the dragon pair as if they’d shot a spear through his chest. Isa is dead!
Isa sat up like a bored feline, her tail slapping the ground. And yet, here I am. I told you not to leave us. Her eyes narrowed on Radnor. I warned you the mind spinner would trick you, but you cared more for the satyrs than your mate and hatchling.
Radnor looked as if he’d swallowed a slug. What?
You had to warn them, she continued, snarling at Radnor when he took a step toward her. You said they were Fae-kind’s last hope, and just as I’d predicted, the mind spinner got to you first.
No. He shrank back. I’m a dragon. His magic doesn’t work on me.
Isa rolled her eyes. It did, and apparently it still does.
His voice faltered. No.
Isa turned from him with a huff as if he wasn’t worth her time. My knees weakened when she glared down at my sister and me with dark crimson eyes. You are the white witches prophesized to defeat the demons.
I shared a look of shock with Shiri before finding my voice. “We’ve never heard of that prophecy.”
She clucked her tongue. Of course not when the entire Faedom is under the mind spinner’s spell. Her gaze sharpened on me. I sense even more confusion in your mind.
“The mind spinner erased my memories a few years ago.” I shared a smile with my sister. “I’m slowly getting them back.”
She arched a scaled brow. Have you tried the Retinea herb?
“No.”
She motioned toward the forest behind her, and that’s when I noticed the thousands of glowing eyes blinking back at us. Wyverns. It is a favorite tea among the satyrs here and in Caldaria. It grows in abundance here, she said, unconcerned by the wyverns. You will drink Retinea tea, and your memories will come back.
“Oh, thank you,” I said, my gaze darting back to Radnor as he paced like a caged animal.
Isa’s gaze sharpened on me. I sent two wyverns to you. Why have you returned with only one?
Bea let out another pitiful squawk and sidled up to me, her head down.
“It was you who sent them?” I asked Isa as a wave of guilt washed over me at my inability to save Beau.
She tilted her head. Of course.
“I’m sorry.” I hung my head. “Beau was killed.”
I jumped, and magic pulsed in my fingers at a cacophony of deafening squawks.
My mates growled beside me, snarling at the trees that shook around us as the wyverns mourned the loss of their friend.
A surge of guilt welled up in my chest. I knew wyverns were smart, but I’d no idea they were so empathetic. The realization humbled and shamed me.
Triss whimpered, lying flat on the ground, covering her ears with her paws. Isa let out a roar, and thousands of wyverns took flight from the trees, bumping into each other like erratic bats before disappearing into the evening sky. Bea remained with us like a loyal hound, though I suspected she’d rather fly off with her kin. I didn’t deserve her dedication.
I looked over my shoulder at the girls, who clung to Finn. ‘I won’t let them hurt you,’ I mouthed.
My heart clenched when they looked back at me like frightened baby birds.
I turned back around when Isa loudly cleared her throat. His name was Frode, and she is Freya. She nodded toward Bea. There was no mistaking the note of accusation in her voice. Why didn’t you protect Frode?
“I didn’t know he’d flown off,” I answered.
He flew off? Steam poured from her flared nostrils. He was ordered to remain by your side.
Helian stepped forward, his cheeks flushed crimson. “It’s my fault.”
