She saw icy-cold caves and smelled the scent of dragon upon the breeze. The scent was laced with pain, grief, and death. It was a scent both old and new. She opened her eyes to stare at the three Barinov brothers.
“What once was lost has been found.” She swallowed and spoke the name to make them understand. “Vasili. The lost Barinov dragon . . . has been found.”
She’d woken a sleeping dragon.
“Oh my God . . .” Tasha scrambled backward, trying to put as much distance between her and the waking dragon as possible.
This wasn’t good. This was very, very bad. If he woke up, a lot of very dangerous things could happen. He could bring the entire mountain crumbling down around them or . . . he might be hungry. Did dragons eat people? She’d never thought to ask, but hopefully not. They were peo
