The Dragon's Silent Shadow
"I’m going to get you out. I swear it."
"No," Helena gasped, shaking her head violently. "No, you can't. You have to run. You have to leave Oakhaven."
"I’m not leaving you."
"Listen to me!" Helena whispered, straining against her chains. "The Emperor... he isn't just taking the blood. He’s making something. I heard them. The Inquisitors."
"Making what?"
"A vessel," Helena said, her voice trembling. "They call it the God-Shell. They need dragon blood to forge it, but they need the Source to fill it. They know I’m not the Source, Saoirse. They know!"