"Delaney," Cora came forward and took her friend's hand, "Vincent was caught by the dragon."
Delaney felt her heart stop and her breath caught in her throat. Beside her, Constance gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth. Delaney's gaze moved from her friend's brilliant blue eyes to the man behind her who looked much like his older brother in this light.
Miles stared hard at the floor, his face angry, but Delaney could see the red in the corners of his eyes where tears had escaped. His fists were clenched and she realized his clothes were ragged. Cora was dressed well but her clothes were wrinkled from travel. Delaney shook her head. Why was that what she was thinking about?
Because she didn't want to think of what the answer to her next question might be.
"Is he...is he dead?"
"No," Cora's tone was grave as she shook her head, "But it's very serious."
"Was he burned?" Constance asked now.
