I lock eyes with the Queen again—her chest racking with sobs, a warm smile filling her cheeks. Understanding drops into my belly like a heavy meal after a long stint of starvation, and I frown . . . She’s trying to scare the dragons off. She’s . . . She’s saving me—
But whyyyyy?!?! The king asks her "how" but how WHAT?! Now the queen knows her maybe??
