Baz walked outside and separated from me as we neared the open area at the back of the house. He took a deep breath and blew it into my face. My eyes closed instantly, and I was transported to the dragon realm.
“Typhon,” I said as I saw the black tail flicking across the floor and bowed my head.
“Sire Lucas, host of Bazzoit,” he said in his deep voice.
“My liege,” Bazzoit said and bowed his head.
“Bazzoit, descendant of mine,” Typhon said.
“We are but humble servants in your presence seeking permission to speak with you,” Baz said.
“Permission granted,” Typhon breathed, and he peered at me as his head moved out of the shadows.
“We seek to trace a familial bond. Sire Lucas’s sister has been taken by degenerates, and we need to find her,” Baz said.
“Yes,” his voice hissed for
