Boisterous voices and music filled the grand hall. Anastasia shifted her shoulders, fidgeting under the coarse layers of heavy clothing Declan had given her to wear. Although scratchy and anything but comfortable, she understood right away why the dragons wore such garments. Their enormous lair stood high in the snow-covered mountains. Even in this huge room, filled with bodies and roaring fires, the temperature felt below freezing. She wasn't used to anything under fifty degrees.
Hunkering down further into the sweater and skins, Anastasia's gaze roamed around. Their hall reminded her of the keep of medieval legends and tales of the olden. Barbaric even, and nothing like the refined gardens of her mother's chamber. Massive wood tables lined the available floor space. The four large fire
