For the vengeance owed to her and Keelie.
The very world seemed to pause.
Petrah and her wyvern circled and circled,
blood from Iskra’s wyvern raining upward,
the beast more frantic with every foot closer
to the earth.
But Petrah had not opened her wyvern’s
wings, either. Had not pulled on the reins to
bank her mount.
“Pull out,” Manon breathed. “Bank now.”
Petrah did not. Two wyverns dropped
toward the earth, dark stars falling from the
sky.
“Stop,” Iskra barked.
Petrah didn’t deign to respond.
They couldn’t bank at that speed. And soon
Petrah wouldn’t be able to bank at all. Would
break herself on the ground, right alongside
Iskra.
“Stop!” Fear turned Iskra’s order into a
lily
(lily)
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