Silvanus must have finally sensed danger; he wrenched his attention from the house below and stared at me. But it was too late for mercy. He slowly blinked as if coming out of a dream. His eyes shone iridescent, not red. They latched onto my glowing blade, and I swore I saw a flicker of sorrow and acceptance. I was too close and he was too large to dodge the hit. I cursed—there was no way to avoid a blow; I’d been aiming to kill. In seconds it would be over. My dragon would fall at my own hand. The very hand that bottle-fed him, that taught him to flap his wings when his feathers had finally
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