Page 44 of The Dragon 2
There wasn’t even room for him to land without crushing the front of the Lowly Quarter.
It couldn’t be him.
But the scent didn’t lie.
It clung to her.
Danced through her nostrils.
Sank into her tongue.
Wild jasmine, stormwater, and flame.
And now she was trembling again—not from magic.
But from something deeper.
Older.
He's not in the sky.
She swallowed hard.
He's on the ground, but. . .where?
Her hand twitched at her side.
Power crackled softly at her fingertips.
She put her view back in front of her and moved faster, not sure of what was going on, but certain that she had to get home.
Someone is around. Korin or someone else. If they grab me, I’ll freeze their heart solid.
She didn’t care who it was.
Korin.
King’s soldier.
Thief.
Mage.
She had stopped a god dragon, so she could stop whoever this was.
Being careful, she glanced over her shoulder again and froze.
What?
A figure stood twenty feet behind her.
A man.
Pale skin.
Tall.
Broad.
