[Veyrhold House — Levin's Chamber — Moments Later]
The chamber trembled with power.
Blue and silver light circled the room like a storm trapped inside stone walls, the air vibrating with the low, furious growl of the guardian dragon.
Lyresaph stood over Levin's fallen body, his long silver form coiled protectively around him, blue eyes blazing as if ready to tear apart anything that dared to come closer.
The wind outside howled against the balcony, yet inside the chamber the air had become suffocating.
Levin did not move, his body lay on the cold floor, one hand still curled protectively over his stomach, the other lying beside the fallen letter.
His breathing was shallow.
Too shallow.
Lyresaph lowered his head closer, his nose almost touching Levin's shoulder, a deep rumble vibrating from his chest.
Not anger.
Not yet.
Fear.
The bond between them flickered violently, and the dragon's power surged again, blue light spreading across the floor in waves.
