Shadowed Threads (Rylee Adamson, #4)

by Shannon Mayer

“I need a hand with something. I’m hoping you would consider a trade.” You have nothing I want. No, that’s not true. I would take Harpy off your hands; she’s young and tender. He gave an evil grin that Pamela reacted to. “I’ll smash you with those boulders if you even touch Eve,” she said, popping another piece of meat in her mouth. Blaz’s head snaked forward. Little witch, you perhaps do not realize that I could eat you quite easily. One bite would do it. She put her hands on her hips and I just watched, wanting to see how much piss and vinegar the kid had. “I’ll crush you with boulders, you can’t stop that.” I’ll fry you with lightning. Her lips thinned. “I’ll pull down your mountain on your fat stupid head.” Blaz laughed in her face and what happened next was one of those things that I will never forget. Pamela glared at the dragon, lifted one hand and the ground began to shake, the rocks and pebbles rattling and dancing across the earth. The shaking intensified, except for where she stood; the earth heaved, throwing Blaz backward. Along the edges of the mountain, the cliffs where the other dragons had perched crumbled, cracked and fell to the ground. This had gone far enough. I scrambled to her side, grabbing her arms, nulling her magic. “Hey, so you know that being a show off will make you a target?” I stared into her eyes, didn’t let her miss the fact that I wasn’t going to let this pass without saying something. “He thinks I’m weak.” No, I don’t think you’re weak. B...