We eventually sat down together in comfortable silence. We’d met each other only hours ago, but we were bound by mutual dread.
“You’ll get to know Rumir for yourself," I said, after some time had passed. "He'll be happy to know he has a sister… Though he'll be furious at Cedric for what he's done to you."
She smiled weakly. “I’m looking forward to it. I really am.”
When a knock came at the door, we turned around and saw Armen watching us. His eyes fell on Yelena, and he stared at her with concern.
She smiled, and we both stood up. "I'm okay," she said, answering his unasked question.
“There is something you both need to see,” he said, moving to stand by Yelena’s side. “We have a problem. Where’s Lucian and the Goddess?”
“Lucian left to find her,” I said. “They should be somewhere in the castle. What is the problem?”
“You’ll see,” Armen said. "Okay, you two should head to the dungeon. I'll find Lucian and the Goddess and take them there."
“The dungeon?” Yelena asked. “Why? What’s going on?”
Armen shook his head. "It's nothing I can explain. Please, just go there, both of you. I'll join you shortly."
I heard it then, like a soft whisper.
“There’s chaos in the castle,” I said, growing tense. “We have to get everyone out of here. We don't need infected dragons added to the problems we’re already facing.”
“It’s isolated in the dungeon,” Armen corrected. My brows furrowed. “You’ll see when you get there.”
“Okay,” I said, then nodded to Yelena. “I’ll give you both a minute. I’m sure I can find the dungeon myself.”
Yelena laid a hand on my shoulder, and I smiled and walked away. Armen had been looking at Yelena with worry, so I excused myself to give them a minute alone. The way he looked at her, as if she was all there was to see, reminded me of Rumir.
I made my way through the halls, dragons rushing back and forth, and outside, I could hear the loud flapping of scaly wings. But none of these dragons was the one I wanted to see.
“Rumir?” I called telepathically. But like the numerous times before, I only got silence as a response. "Hold on," I whispered. "Just hold on for me, please. You can't hear me but feel me, okay? I'm coming."