Iskra, turning toward them once more. Two
against one, and they would surely smash her
to bits—
“Go,” Petrah snarled. And when Manon
again hesitated, Petrah only said, “For
Keelie.”
For the wyvern Petrah had loved—as
Manon loved Abraxos. Who had fought for
Petrah to her last breath, while Iskra’s bull
slaughtered her.
So Manon nodded. “Darkness embrace
you.”
Abraxos began soaring for the wall, his
wingbeats unsteady, his breathing shallow.
He needed to rest, needed to see a healer—
Manon glanced behind her just as Petrah
slammed into Iskra.
The two Heirs went tumbling toward the
earth, clashing again, wyverns striking.
Manon couldn’t turn away if she wished.
lily
(lily)
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