“What?” Squinting at the prince, she scoffed at his slur. Vesryn was training her kind at the academy and would be betrothed to a half-breed. She considered throwing the relic at the prince’s head to knock the smug expression off his face. As if provoked by the thought, the Heart flared in Serenna’s hand, shooting a pulse of heat into her arm, straight into her chest. Her spine went taut like a bowstring when a low, guttural voice uncoiled in her mind. Greetings, young draka, hear our plight, New hatchlings from earth and starlight. From distant galaxies did the whelps arrive. They stole our
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