Chapter 41
Moments later, Dax drifted downward through the warm air and settled once more onto Cain's broad, armored back. The wyvern gave a low, rumbling acknowledgment, wings half-furled as though relieved to feel his master's weight again.
Nadia guided her own mount closer, curiosity alight in her steady gaze.
"Master… what did you and Lord Merlin discuss?"
Dax paused mid-motion. No echo of their conversation reached him. The space around the two figures above had been sealed tight.
Ohh… I see. Sound-cancelling magic. Old-school, elegant, he thought, a flicker of quiet respect passing through him. Merlin hadn't left anything to chance.
He gave Nadia no answer. Instead, he leaned forward slightly. Cain responded at once, banking smoothly and beginning a steady descent toward the squad below.
Nadia watched him for another heartbeat, lips parting as if to press the question—then she closed them letting him go. Some silences carried more weight than words.
