“Fewer dragons are bonding,” I say toward Tairn, knowing Andarna drifted into the Dreamless Sleep a few days ago. “Is that because the Empyrean knows about the venin?” “Yes.” I can almost hear the exasperated sigh in Tairn’s voice. “But we need more riders. Not fewer.” It doesn’t make sense. “The Empyrean remains divided on whether or not we should get involved,” Tairn grumbles. “Humans aren’t the only ones keeping secrets.”
