Madinia let out a sound that was somewhere between a snarl and a hiss. Another fireball appeared. “Don’t you dare,” I snapped. She gaped at me. “Monster.” “Well, yes. But he’s our monster.” I slid off my horse and dropped to my knees, holding out my arms for the Drakoryx. “Did you eat all the bad men?” He stepped into my arms, butting my chin with his head like a big cat. “I did.” “Thank you.” Madinia stepped up next to me. “Next time,” she gritted out, “you may want to let me know when you’ve befriended magic-eating monsters.”
