We laid Sile down in the grass and sat down to catch our breath. We didn’t speak at first. Instead, we just sat there watching the prison camp burn against the night sky. Sile grabbed my arm and squeezed it tightly, looking up at me with a sense of urgency. “Never do that again,” he growled. “Call to a dragon?” I wasn’t sure what he meant. I’d done a lot of things recently I probably shouldn’t have. “No,” he said hoarsely, and his grip on my arm weakened a little. “Risk your life for mine.”
