The Price Of Fate
“Useful is one word.”
Spiro’s eyes flicked skyward. So did mine. Above us, Lucian’s dragon folded one wing and dropped towards Seraphina with terrifying speed. He was huge, golden and black, every movement old and cruel and practised. Seraphina twisted away, bright as a piece of the sun in the smoke, but his tail caught her side and sent her rolling through the air. My chest seized. The bond flared with pain. “Nyra,” I breathed. A wraith-touched creature came at me while I was looking up.
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