The commander's hand tightened on her sword as she stared at Khorvash. "That is a pureblood dragonkin. Silas kept it locked up for a reason. Do you have any idea what you've unleashed?"
"A person who was wrongfully imprisoned," Luthra said, though he had to lean more heavily on Khorvash to stay upright. "She's not a threat."
"Not a threat?" The commander's voice rose. "Dragons burned three cities to ash in the Southern Wars. They're walking natural disasters."
Khorvash's eyes flared brighter, and the temperature in the cavern jumped several degrees. "Those weren't my clan. Don't paint us all with the same brush."
"All dragons are—"
"What? Monsters? Killers?" Khorvash took a step forward, and several Syndicate soldiers raised their weapons. "I've been trapped in a cage for years while humans ran a slave mine above my head. Tell me again who the monsters are."
