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He flexed his wings.
He thought of the little plane he’d flown with his mother—the one that had brought him to Kymri.
Wanting nothing more than to launch off the edge, he held back.
His dragon protested.
He felt as though…. As though if he gave into this one thing—this most natural thing, to fly as a dragon—there would be no going back. Not ever.
He stepped to the edge, his powerful claws gripping the thick stone.
He drew a great breath, flexed his wings again, moving them a little to get a sense of how they worked attached to his back, and stared out over the expanse.
With another breath, he hoped like fuck that he wouldn’t drop like a stone headfirst into the ground and launched himself, wings snapping out hard.
His heart pounded as the ground rushed by and there was nothing but icy air filling his lungs and enveloping his wings and body.
Pure exhilaration.
Nothing he’d done before could compare to this.
Not the jungle treks, the desert caravans, or the mountain climbing.
He just hoped he could figure out how to land without killing himself.
His dragon chuckled.
You always do.
Yeah, true.
Chapter 25
Kymri followed the quiet man who led her and Elora through the corridors and up an elevator.
They stepped out into a massive room with a breathtaking view.
Jori was a shadow to the side, facing out. He turned as their footsteps echoed closer.
Elora walked several steps behind Kymri as they approached, and stopped several paces away.
Turning in their direction, she could see the light in his eyes.
Something had changed since they’d seen him downstairs. The haggard shock was clearing, making room for something new.
Her breath caught as he looked at her. Her dragon purred.
She spared a glance at Elora, whose expression was strained. Noticing Kymri’s regard, she smiled, forcing her face to relax.
“Memories,” she murmured, “the king’s personal room. His every whim was concocted here, and sometimes executed.” Elora smiled up at Jori, waiting for what he wanted to say.
“The queen had a grand assembly room at her citadel,” he said, turning toward the empty space. “What do you think?”
“Nicer view than the one in the basement,” Kymri said.
Elora’s eyes crinkled, “I think it’s a good start, Jori.” Her shoulders sagged in relief.
“There’s a phone in the other room, I made a couple of calls while waiting for you.” He reached out to touch Elora’s shoulder. “Odson’s friends were able to grab satellite Intel to track where we are, and they’re already on their way here. Dad is with him.”
