Even rendered blind by the magic-suppressing shackles, my dragon brother doesn’t take it lying down. He launches himself at me and we break out into a vicious scuffle. Does it matter that we’re bound neck to pelvis with tourmaline chains? Not one bit. As Scythe sits, still and brooding next to me, Xander and I try and break each other into pieces by sheer force of will. He snaps at me with his teeth and I jerk my head to the side before body slamming him against the titanium wall. The entire truck shakes from the force of our aggression.
