Neveah watched the stone doors slide closed, still reeling.
A moment ago, she had been speaking with...Azkar? Perhaps not to him directly, but all the sorcerer Leon had said were echoed from his master.
Azkar... Kaz. And scales, did it make sense...
Neveah shuddered, recalling the times in the Dunes where she was unaware of his true identity. Yet, she had always sensed he was quite an unusual man. Unlike any human she had ever known.
Human men tended to avoid dragons like a plague. But he had expressed his desire for her, a lightblood, and he didn't even flinch. He hadn't flinched once, in anything he had done, since she first met him in the hidden city.
She wasn't certain why, but she had always known she would cross paths with the sorcerer again. And the unease came from not knowing exactly when, or how.
