room flashed, the red marble stained with blood, the thud of a head on stone the only sound beyond his screaming. I was not supposed to love you. The Yellowlegs’s head halted near his boots, the blue blood gushing onto the snow and dirt. He didn’t hear, didn’t care, that the fourth wyvern soared toward him. Manon bellowed his name, and Crochan arrows fired. The Yellowlegs sentinel’s eyes stared at no one, nothing. A gaping maw opened before him, jaws stretching wide. Manon screamed his name again, but he couldn’t move. The wyvern swept down, and darkness yawned wide as those jaws closed around
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