“What the actual fuck happened out there? Because I’ve got Cath telling me that not only did Tairn choose you but so did the small one—Adarn?” His fingers lace with mine, panic swirling in his brown eyes. “Andarna,” I correct him, a smile playing on my lips at the thought of the small golden dragon. “They’re going to make you choose.” His expression hardens, and the certainty there makes me recoil. “I’m not choosing.” I shake my head, disengaging our hands. “No human has ever chosen, and I’m not about to be the first.” And who the hell is Dain to tell me that?
