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flickering flame, mocking her vow of vengeance, igniting the fires of justice that welled inside her.
    “No!” she said in a breathless whisper. “You have consumed my family, but you will never consume me.” She ran to the wall, using the dagger to rip The Dragon’s banner apart. She tore it to shreds and hurried to the dying hearth. She held out her hand and said the words her mother had taught her as a child. She dug down for her last bit of energy to try to call forth fire.
    “ Fire within me and of this earth, ignite the dying embers upon this hearth .”
    Immediately, flames burst forth, the logs of the fire glowing brightly. She gathered up the shredded banner, throwing it into the fire. She watched as the eyes of the dragon glowed red, the vengeance within her, growing bright as well. Then, in a final submission of defeat, the dragon before her turned to ash and disappeared.
    She took hold of the dagger, putting her entire hand into the fire to cleanse the blade of his essence. The ivory was protected under the flesh of her grip, and she willed his vibrations to leave her family’s heirloom. Then she reached in with her other hand and bathed in ecstasy as the fire replenished her.
    The door to the room burst open, and she jumped to her feet, the coverlet falling from her body in the process. The dagger glowed red, as well as her hand. She was ready to use it on him should he think to reach out and touch her chin so intimately again.
    “Don’t come any closer,” she warned, whipping around to see not Drake, but an old frail woman with long white hair standing in the doorway. She was clothed in a scarlet robe, the hood down to make her identity known. She had a wising about her that told Brynn she wasn’t just a commoner. Her eyes, a pale blue, held a world of secrets locked into their depths. She wore a large, round crystal sphere on a chain around her neck. The crystal shimmered in sparkles of pink and green. The woman’s gnarled old hand caressed it when she saw Brynn notice it. It was almost as if it were a part of her she wasn’t willing to share. She pulled her cloak around herself, blocking the sphere from Brynn’s view.
    “You may want to save that for later,” came the woman’s strong, confident voice. “I’m not here to harm you, but to help you at the request of Lord Dunsbard himself.”
    She suddenly felt very foolish. Standing there naked, holding a scalding hot dagger, threatening an old woman who didn’t look strong enough to kill a flea.
    “I . . . I thought you were someone else. I apologize.” She hurriedly picked up the coverlet and placed the red hot dagger on the bricks of the hearth. The old woman just stood there, waiting for an invitation to enter.
    “You must be the old seer, Juturna?”
    “I am.” She still didn’t move.
    “Please come in and shut the door behind you.”
    The woman did as told, and walked over to the hearth to look at the dagger. “You can’t kill the dragon, you know.”
    “I’ll make him pay for killing my parents.”
    “I’m not speaking of Drake of Dunsbard, though he’s invincible as long as the dragon lives.”
    “I know not of what you speak old woman. I am not fond of riddles, so please speak in words which I can understand.”
    “Do you have clothes to wear?” she asked. “Something of your mother’s perhaps to give you the endurance you’ll need to survive his plans?”
    She looked at the woman curiously, wondering how she knew so much of the man’s plans of the wedding. “I don’t know if my mother’s things have been stolen or not.”
    Juturna caressed her crystal sphere, gazing into it a moment before walking over to a trunk.
    “In there.” She pointed a crooked finger. “You’ll find many of her clothes to fit you inside there. Your own things have been burned by the Klarens in an attempt to rid themselves of you. They hadn’t made it to this chamber before The Dragon secured it.”
    “You know all this, because