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Daela tenses the moment she hears the low scrape of metal. Knives sharpening. Drakar is preparing to leave again.
After leaving those words in the air, the dragon has refused to provide more answers. Daela is dying to know how Drakar knows Faelyn and Amendiel.
Did he live in that castle as well? No, if she had met Drakar before she definitely would have remembered!
But Drakar has bluntly refused to answer her numerous questions.
Daela sulks irritably, her mood worsening when Drakar steps inside the cottage with traps and weapons in his hand.
Every morning, it's the same routine.
He disappears into the forest to set traps and doesn't return until late. The silence that fills the cottage in his absence feels heavier than Daela dares to admit.
She hates the way she feels safer with her captor near than alone. It shouldn't be like this. She should want him gone, should be relieved when he leaves. Instead, she finds herself listening for his return.
