'I don't want to die!'
The moment Azure took off, Florian regretted everything.
The ground disappeared beneath them in an instant, a rush of cold air slamming into his face. His stomach lurched, twisting into knots as the dragon shot into the night sky like an arrow loosed from a bow. The wind roared in his ears, deafening, making his breath catch in his throat. The vast expanse of the heavens stretched out before him—endless, merciless.
He gritted his teeth, his fingers aching from how tightly he gripped the saddle. He had faced assassins in the dark, endured poison searing through his veins, navigated webs of lies spun by nobles who would kill for less. He was no stranger to fear. But this? This was a whole new kind of terror. This was free-falling with wings.
And worse—Heinz was right behind him.
