Chapter 150

Drogo kicked Rhaegal into the high air, the green dragon climbing fast while he peered down over Dragonstone and the seas beyond, barking orders to the ants below.

“Unsullied—into the tunnels. Search them inch by inch. Do not let a single man in a red-heart flame surcoat slip away—especially the red-robed priestess!”

The sun broke from the rim of the world and poured gold upon the water—beautiful, but it did nothing to cool Drogo’s worry.