“I heard it in my dream,” I say.
Kaden relaxes his hand and pulls away, letting go of my arm. “I’m sorry. I... I shouldn’t have said anything.” He sits down, clutching his head. “Umi is your Spirit.” It’s not a question. A hard statement.
The small dragon coils around my arm, wrapping his tail around my wrist. “Can you see him?” I ask.
“Yes,” says Kaden, his head down, eyes staring at the wood