Yhendorn
When Mere called to tell me that one of the dragons hunting with Kenna sent out their dragon’s call, I felt icy fear rush through me. I hate not being near her, knowing that she’s safe. I’m thankful that my sister keeps me informed about what’s going on. Otherwise, I might lose my mind.
I was out the door of our castle before I’d hung up the phone. I needed to get to her, I needed to know that no one had taken what is mine. If someone has claimed her, if they hurt her ... the thought makes me furious. I may not be able to kill them because it would kill Kenna, but I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy them, just as I did with Marseus. He’s still lying in a bed, permanently mutilated, unable to live his life. That should have been enough for any elf to know not to touch Kenna, but appar
