One week. That was how long Ryker and two thousand dragons had been gone.
It'd been two days since Maddox had flown after them and Guinevere had stopped sleeping.
She was twenty minutes into Sterling's training, when she collapsed on the back of a dragon instead of landing on her feet as usual. Her body was cooked.
Mercifully, Sterling mindlinked mid-drill.
The green dragon she was riding landed a moment later.
Every warrior on the field watched her dismount, and the collective disappointment when they realized she wasn't training today could have been bottled and sold as cologne. Sad Dragon. By Sterling.
"Come with me."
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Without a word, Sterling pointed at the top of a mountain, changed back into his dragon form, and took off before she could ask a single question.
Her wolf spoke for the first time since it'd called Drakencrest home.
Let me.
