HOW THE OLDER WOMAN had found her was beyond Layla. But, Maggie Taniff sat herself down on the edge of the cliff beside Layla, letting her feet dangle over the edge as they looked out over Snowdonia together. Maggie still looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Her usually sharp gaze had dulled, like she could see Drystan – her late husband’s face hovering before her everywhere she went.
They sat together in silence for a long while, Maggie gathering her thoughts and Layla trying to quiet the monster inside of her. It was mad that she didn’t kill the white dragon in the forest. It was mad that she refused to lay with the American dragon leader. It wanted the leader’s blood on its tongue. The very thought made Layla’s throat tight.
“I miss him,” Maggie began. “I will never deny that. Part
