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Oh thank fuck, my dragon thought, breathing deeply, slowing. Clearly he felt it too, I replied. Turn around so I can see. No. He felt it too, but he broke first. We have a stronger will. We’re going to own that. Or he loves us more and you’re a horrible bitch. It is impossible to love us more than we love him. He is just weaker.
Fear helps us pass the time, sure as shit, but it doesn’t actually get us anywhere. Unless you’re being chased, obviously. When I’m being chased, I run like a motherfucker. You might remember that from my years of being picked on by dragons. Ol’ Hadriel is very quick.” As with before, he dragged my focus to him, kicking and screaming. He also mimicked the head turn from earlier, moving with the same deliberate slowness as I had. “Hello,” he said when our eyes met, and suddenly I wanted to strangle him.
I needed to know if Leala and I would have to protect Finley from the king’s misguided rage down the road. I’m sure I don’t have to explain that to you, ma’am. This kingdom isn’t known for its sanity.” My mother turned and looked at me incredulously, her eyes shining with tears. “Keep him with her, always,” she told me, her voice wavering. “Always. He’ll protect her in ways you probably won’t even think of.” She turned and headed back into the galley.
“What did you say?” Hannon asked. A look of terror bled through Hadriel’s eyes. “Oh fuck, I don’t know. What did I say? Was it bad? What did I do, black out? I haven’t even been drinking on this trip!” “The mood-consuming thing he does?” I asked. Hadriel’s eyebrows climbed and his eyes got cagey. “What am I missing? Why was that the wrong thing to say?” Something moved behind Hannon’s eyes. Uncertainty, maybe. Fear?
It looked like it had been patched up by a child. Random pieces of wood had been stuck to splintered sections with nails that were too big or nailed halfway in and then bent sideways. The top slanted right at a downward angle, no two corners at the same height. A folded-up sock propped up the back right leg, and the other three legs were broken and taped.
Finley had gone last. I wasn’t sure whether she got to finish, because the next thing I knew the king ripped the door off its hinges, threw it, and made short work of getting into the sky. His dragon roared with such rage that my heart jiggled in my chest and the poor sod next to me, a faerie deck hand, pissed himself. The king painted the sky in fire and flew for a long time after that. It did not seem to help.