He glances down at me, and I swear the ridge above his eye arches. “Simple flight is hardly acrobatics.” “There is absolutely nothing simple about you!” I wrap my arms around the knuckles of his claws, noting that his sharp talons are draped harmlessly around the sides of my body. He’s huge, but he’s also careful as he flies us along the mountain. He’s one of the deadliest dragons in Navarre.
