Panic had swallowed Dragonspire.
The fortress that usually carried the steady rhythm of servants, soldiers, nobles, and dragons had become a maze of hurried footsteps and whispered questions, because nobody knew where I had gone, and nobody seemed willing to tell Draven that they had lost me.
I had never seen him look so desperate. I knew because I could hear his voice echoing through the corridors, even though I had hidden myself far away from our shared chambers.
"Search the western wing again." Draven ordered.
"Already searched, my King." A guard said.
"Then search it again." Draven snapped.
Gideon's voice remained calm, although I could hear the strain beneath it.
"We've checked every room, every balcony, and every passage." Gideon said.
"She hasn't left Dragonspire." Draven sa
