CHAPTER EIGHT
Ros’ eyes twinkled as they flickered to me. “Would you like to try a specialty of the region?”
I winced. “It doesn’t have drim in it, does it?”
Daria blinked at me. “Is that a problem?”
I shrank beneath her curiosity and shrugged. “I think I’m allergic to it.”
Her eyes widened. “Truly? I’ve never heard of anyone being bothered by drim.”
“What about the Shade people, Mother?” Gregor spoke up. “They’re bothered by it.”
She shook her head. “We shouldn’t talk of that right now, Gregor.”
Ros lifted an eyebrow. “Why not? Has someone fallen to the Shade?”
Her humor fell away as she pursed her lips. “No, but they have the Shade nonetheless.”
My dragon companion blinked at her. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
She sighed and clasped the front of her desk. “Neither
