About the book
Even so, Calla was sure dragon-shifters had rather creative ways to make people leave if they truly wanted—something involving dragonfire. Her blood began to warm as it recognized his magic suddenly flare up between them, a bit of wind shooting from his fingertips and right into the small holes. Thorne tilted his face up from where his hands were pulsing magic into the ground and looked out toward the lake instead. Unfortunately, when Calla finally managed to clear a path before her, the familiar face that she finally spotted did not belong to Gideon or Caspian or anyone else she would have hoped to see.