"You can't worry me more than I already am," she promised him. Because she was already worried. Waking here. Getting an overwhelming urge to eat from the table of the people who had kidnapped her. Finding out there were people she knew here. It was all troubling. Adding more wouldn't make it worse; it would only make her better informed.

"You deserve a little quiet and peace," she said gently. "Even if I wish this weren't the place for it."

Raven had never really had a family outside of Charles. Not one she wanted to remember, at least. But Erik had. Twice. One he was born to and one that he created. And both of them had been taken from him. She only wished that they'd be able to trust that this place would stay quiet and peaceful. But if they were already talking dragons, she suspected it wouldn't remain that way.