Toxin nudged the egg in its nest of dried grass, turning it with the careful curve of her claw. Her gaze traced the unmarked shell, searching for a hairline fracture, a subtle shift in color, any hint of what was to come. Finding none, she let out a low breath that stirred the dust around her.
Poison watches her mother inspect the egg. She had received the odd orange egg weeks ago. A curiosity dragged up from the crypts by Solaire. Toxin’s face tightened when Solaire, his p...