“DEIGH.” Tairn’s grief blasts through my body as he streams fire at the wyvern’s retreating back, and Andarna’s cry fills my head. No. If Deigh… “Is he—” I can’t bring myself to finish. “He’s gone.” Tairn reverses course, barreling for the hillside outside the city walls where Deigh has fallen. No. No. No. That means…
Pain just pain
