So eager were the wyrms to rip their meal apart and gobble down the shreds that much of it was already unrecognizable. But Kara could still make out some coppery scales glinting in the sunlight. Fury swelled inside her. She hated the chromatics for desecrating the body of her friend, almost as much as she despised herself for craving a portion of the feast. She had to make Sammaster’s minions pay for the atrocity. She focused her mind to trigger the shift from human to draconic form. Somehowperhaps he noticed a change in her posture Dorn sensed her intent, took her by the forearm, and turned her around to look her in the eyes. “No,” he whispered. For an instant, she fully intended to strike him down for interfering with him, but then resentment gave way to shame. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s all right,” Dorn replied, gruff and awkward as always when trying to give comfort or reassurance. “The madness is so close to the surface now,” she said, “all the time.”
