Chapter 13

• “Exceptionally,” the soldier replied for Aurien. “But he is not hostile, my lady.”
• “Daerton is an addict,” Aurien settled upon his haunches curling his tail around his forelegs neatly. I slid from his back, landing deep into the snow. Aurien blew out a breath, amused. I picked my way around to his chest, and sat upon his paws, drawing his tail over my lap. It was much warmer surrounded by dragon-scale.
• He looked towards the entrance to the wall, and I followed his gaze.