“Unless someone kills them all,” Isera adds, her voice now once more laced with that cold ruthless edge. “And who would that be?” Alistair huffs under his breath. “You’re still collared, ice lady. And we’re talking eight dragon shifters. With swords. And probably elite training. Who would be dumb enough to try to assassinate them?” A wicked smirk spreads across my mouth. “Actually, I think I know exactly who.”
