The sky was pure madness. Wings beat all around him, massive and shrieking, throwing the wind into chaos. Cole’s heart was in his throat, his knuckles white as he clung to the obsidian dragon’s spine. He didn’t even know if he was holding on correctly. Was there a right way to sit on a goddamn...
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