I turn from Avani to look at my son, my eyes wide. Four explosives?
“Then, we’d better start getting them out,” Ancalagon says quietly.
‘So much stronger than his mother.’
‘She’d never have survived what he has.’
‘She’s worthless, can’t even protect her own son.’
Ishir’s snarl snaps my attention back to him. He pulls me to him, putting his mouth to my ear.
“Focus, Zephyr. Ancalagon is safe, and we’re going to keep him that way. But I need you to stay focused and be here with me,” he says.
I tuck my face against his neck, inhaling his exotic, earthy scent. When I feel settled, I nod and step back, suddenly realizing that everyone has stopped and is watching me.
“I’m okay. We need to focus on Ancalagon,” I say.
Ancalagon leans his large head over, nudging me. “Are you sure you’re o
