He opened it anyway.
He used a wire stolen from the kitchen and worked until his fingers bled. When the bolt released, the baby dragon did not run. It pressed its narrow head into Tomas's open palm.
At dawn, horns shook the dungeon.
The great outer doors swung wide. An enormous armored dragon stepped through the smoke, followed by two winged guardians. Blackstone soldiers dropped their spears. The warden fled behind a pillar and shouted that Tomas had summoned an attack.
Tomas stood between the baby and the armored creature.
"I only wanted it to be free," he said.