The symbol burned into the garden floor had changed everything within Dragonspire, because Elder Thorne believed the ancient cult connected to the Silver Gate had returned, and Draven had responded by increasing security throughout the fortress. Guards now stood outside every major entrance, patrols moved through the corridors throughout the night, and even the gardens were being watched.
I understood the reason for the precautions, but I hated feeling watched every time I walked through the fortress.
I woke early that morning, washed my face, brushed my hair, and dressed before Lyra arrived because I needed several minutes alone with my thoughts. The assassination attempt had left me shaken, although I refused to admit how frightened I had been, and the strange healing of my wound had o
