“Poor things. You shouldn’t be here, should you? All caged up like prisoners in a dungeon. You’re meant to be out there, flying free.” As I murmur, Thorne observes me with an intensity that rivals the dragons’. “I take it you disagree with how the dragons are kept at Flighthaven.” “Yes. Vehemently. This can’t be healthy for them.” I can’t pull my gaze off the one closest to us. Those golden eyes trap me, hold me still.
