Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One

  Present Day

  The Fae High Court had recovered swiftly from Sylvin’s attack. The red dragon circled towards the larger courtyard with its stately trees and pristinely green grass where Macedius had knelt before Sylvin as Yelena watched horrified from the windows above… Servants worked to remove the scorch marks from the white walls, but otherwise, there was no sign of the battle that had been fought there.

  Yelena slid from the dragoness’ back, her legs immediately collapsing beneath her. The flight had been lengthy and uncomfortable, with Yelena frozen by the winds, or baked by the sun, depending on the positioning of the clouds. After so long sitting astride under such conditions, she could not feel her toes, fingers, or nose.

  “Are you unwell?” The dragoness had shifted and was hurriedly dressing from a pile of clothing that she had obviously left when she had departed.