Neve felt it before anyone else did.
The bond mark had been warm since he sat down. Now it was something more than warm. It was like a directional pull, as if something magnetic were sitting just under his skin, orienting toward a fixed point. He pressed his fingers to it and felt it pulse.
He looked up at the sky without knowing why.
"He's coming," he said. "He's really near,"
Soren was already moving before anyone had processed what Neve said. He went around the table with the energy of a new chief who had decided that whatever Neve said was worth acting on and told the nearest group of tribespeople that the dragon king was arriving.
They looked at him.
The particular look of people who respected the position and were not yet sure about the person in it. Soren was new. He had been unconscious for two years. The chief bead was around his neck, but the weight of it hadn't settled into their eyes yet.
