Codagh’s nostrils flare, and his lip curls above very sharp, very long, very close teeth. “You know.” It comes out like the accusation it is. “And you didn’t tell your rider because dragonkind protects dragonkind.” A blast of steam hits me in the face, and Xaden swears under his breath, shadows curling at his feet. “Yes. I figured it out. I’ve already used Tairn’s fire on the second wardstone, so if I power the stone at Basgiath, will you come?”
