Ileana's POV

Just a reminder, we are still in Ileana's POV.

"Will you take us to him?" Felaern asked.

Tavian smirked. "I might be inclined to do so—for the right inducement."

"Of course, dragons never do anything for free," Felaern remarked dryly and then got right to the point. "What do you want, dragon?"

"My price is minimal," Tavian answered Felaern, but his penetrating gaze locked on me, cerulean and emerald glowing orbs with flecks of gold, his black pupil just a thin diamond slit—the eyes of his dragon, the symbiont creature he shared flesh with. 

I shuddered, frozen to the spot, powerless to look away. 

His eyes gleamed with...