He sent this. Silvanus stepped aside, beating his feather-covered wings once before revealing what he’d been hiding. For the love of all things corrupt and unholy, I thought, hiding my revulsion. An enormous dragon skull jutted up from the snow, the silver bone scarred from teeth marks. A chill descended down my back. It was gruesome. Hectaurus had been another hatchling I’d helped socialize. I hated how he’d turned on my brother, but to see his bones picked clean…
