Amina, Obsidian Queen
Lightning ripped across the sky as Amina faced Rubis. The two massive dragons flew around each other like prize-fighters; Amina’s glass horns shimmered as bright as Rubis’s rubies.
“You recognize each other,” Jain said. She felt an emotional tug from the spiritual link binding Amina to her.
A wave of deep sorrow washed over her. Amina had once ruled over the gemstone dragons as their protector and queen; and yet, for the last year, she’d been forced to do Jain’s bidding. And the bidding of an assassin always ended in one of two ways: terror, or death.
