No hint of my fear of flying exists as I marvel. Just a yearning in my chest. “I wonder what it’s like to fly.” Olive’s voice shakes me from the strange vision. The dragon swoops lower and dips the wing closest to us, revealing a rider with bronze skin and a shock of wavy black hair. Instructor Thorne’s gaze locks on mine. The joyful sensation vanishes, replaced by a shiver of awareness. He lifts one dark eyebrow, a question in his eyes. Wait. Does he know it’s me under the mask and protective gear?
