I can feel Emmi getting nervous, the flush of her cheeks is an obvious indication that I’m right. Everyone in the room just turned to stare at her.
“The birth of the dragons?” I ask, squeezing my mate’s hand. I see the flicker of flames come into her eyes and I know Phoenix has come forward.
“Are those the only two references that you’ve found, elvish king?” she asks him.
“In my quick review, yes,” he says, recognizing that there were others. I’m sure he’ll dig deeper into his archives to find those references.
“Your ancestor led the battle in The Great Clash. You, both of you,” she says, including Merethyl, “are descended from good, strong elves. Elves who believe in what is right. It’s probably why both of you are mated to dragons.”
“That’s good to know,” Yhendorn says, smiling at K
