Anzi hit the ground so hard it made her teeth rattle, but she managed to land on her feet and tuck into a roll to protect her knees from the impact. In truth, it was easier than it should have beenâjust a half-year ago, she would never have considered leaping down from such a towering height, but she was desperate and determined as she shoved through the crowd to find that flash of pink she had seen a moment ago. If she had wasted even a single second longer for fear of her own safety, she would surely lose Letti.
But desperate or no, the aching pain that throbbed in her calf and foot was a bitch. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, cursing Bisset for crippling her, but there was no time to be bitter about it for long. Thereâ!
She wrenched Letti back by the shoulder and found bright blue eyes staring back at her, wide and panicked. They were filled with no small amount of fear and hostility, but as soon as she recognized Anz
âDonât do this,â said Anzi. She shifted, making certain she was concealing every part of Oza from Doufanâs view. âYouâre not going to like how this ends.â His glaive twisted in his grasp, a small rolling of the handle that made the keen edge of the curved blade on the end gleam under the torch light. âIâm obligated to make you an offer since thatâs our way,â he said just as blithely. âGive me the boy, and Iâll make it painless for you.â âIt? And whatâs âitâ supposed to be? Youâre getting ahead of yourself.â She grasped the hilts of her swords and unsheathed them an inch. The other soldierâs glaive tip edged upward as well. âThis is a bad time for you to play Bissetâs lapdog. The whole cityâs falling apart. Get out of here, and I wonât bring this up to His Excellency when we see him next. Consider it a favor repaid if you donât say a word about the guards.â But he said nothing, and something about his cold composure
The falling stones should have crushed her. She had never visited the dungeons often enough to know exactly how far underground this lower level was, but the weight of the upper cells alone should have flattened her. And Oza, too, no matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise. Sheer determination and panic wouldnât have been enough for her to save him. Or shouldnât have been. But as she groaned under the weight of the solid slabs threatening to drive her into the ground and take Oza as well, she realized dimly that she wasnât dead. That wasnât possible, and yet here she was, breathing, however laborious and painful each rattling, shallow inhale. Her arms and legs trembled madly, struggling to support the weight of every piece of debris fallen on top of her so she didnât suffocate Oza underneath, and she felt no give as she shifted left and rightâbut she was alive. She was conscious. And although they were buried in darkness under the rubble and she
It really was Bissetâs dragon. Massive and sprawling, she lay in a heap at the bottom of the hill, her enormous head half buried in the stream that ran across what used to be the embassy houseâs garden. Anziâs heart dropped, and despite the battered state of her body, a surge of panicked strength helped her stumble down on shaky legs. She rushed past Oza and Letti and nearly fell to the ground on top of the creatureâs snout, only managing to catch herself by bracing one hand right above the scaly upper lip. But the groaning, rumbling sound of pain that echoed from deep within the dragonâs belly made Anzi recoil in instant regret and yank her hand away. âWhat has he done to you?â she whispered. Her throat was raw and her lips cracked; her voice was too quiet for anyone but herself to hear. But she asked anywayânever expecting an answer. It came in brief flashes instead of words, glimpses into something that touched her with darkness, heavinessâwith the e
The dragonâs talons threatened to crush her ribs with their perilous strength, but she clutched at them with a determined fire and grit her teeth against the pain. She had just been given a second lease on life, and Oza and Letti, too. If Doufan had run her through, he would have gone after them next without a doubt, and they wouldnât have stood a chance. It chilled her to think how close they had all been to meeting their end just moments before, but as they rose higher and higher over the Imperial City, exhilaration and relief filled her instead, swallowing up all the fear that had weighed her down like the night clouds blanketing the moon. They were leaving. They were leaving, and she had managed to keep everyone alive. Her heart pounded harder when she thought of Kai and how she had had to leave him, but surely he would have done the smart thing and left the Imperial City as she had told him to do before parting ways. And he would be safe, she told
Oza was still perched atop the dragonâs back, motionless, and Anzi refrained from telling him a second time to come down from there. The hostile expressions on the faces of everyone present told her he was in the safest place he could be, high above, and she briefly wished Letti hadnât come down yet either. But it was too late. They were surrounded, and despite Kaiâs sharp command, no one was lowering their guard. Only a few of them were carrying weapons, but she knew well enough they had no need of manmade blades. Not if they really were dragon shifters. Out of the corner of her eye, something gray and black flitted down the great dragonâs side, and she let herself glance there for a precious half-second to see the Prince crawling upside down off the elder dragonâs neck. His wings were outstretched as he climbed down with his thumb-like claw hooks, and now she saw something else peculiar. He had four wings now, two smaller ones that the main o
It was easy to find Sa-Khente. He was with Kai on the other side of the small camp, just over the large dune. She hadnât asked where either of them were and had simply followed the niggling feeling inside her that told her to go that way, that way, and she had. At its end, she had found the chieftain with a new ceremonial golden collar around his shoulders, and an exceedingly tall man standing beside him. She gave up trying to explain to herself how she had known Kai would be here, and there was a knowing, satisfied gleam in his golden eyes as he watched her approach over his shoulder. It was as if he was reeling her in despite standing still, and it was only when she came within armâs reach that he turned and pulled her close with his arms around her waist, ignoring the man standing next to him. âKaiââ âSa. Look at my mate, standing here with me. You had so little faith.â The large man g
Amunetâs body was too massive to bury in good time, but more importantly, tradition held that a dragonâs body not be buried underneath the earth, anyway. Anzi accepted this when Kai told her, and she watched carefully as he plucked several scales below her eye before turning back to face her. âTheyâre typically passed down in families. Youâre the closest she has, so it should go to you.â That wasnât true. There was one other. She turned to look at the mottled gray-black hatchling who sat quietly by Amunetâs snout, utterly motionless. He looked even bigger today than he had yesterday, but perhaps that was simply his body now uncompressing after all those decades trapped inside his egg. It horrified Anzi to know that he hadnât been dormant as all other hatchlings were before they came out into the world; he had been active and aware for a long, long time. He had moved around and tried to free himself so many times, and she had seen it with her own eyes wh
It was so hard to trust unknown magic, still. She was such a hypocrite. Hadnât she resorted to using her own not too long ago to save Oza? And yet she couldnât scold away the uneasiness lurching and twisting in her gut as the oasis sailed over the sands, like the desert was but water on the sea. This wasnât the cold, pruned Empire anymore. This was the wild Adaraat where the desert nomads wandered, and strange foreign magic came from here. Not rigorously trained and schooled magic with rules and pinpoint regulations in the ranks, but free magic, unconstrained, unpredictable. Like the kind that could move vibrant palm trees over sand - or a spring, because there was no mistaking that sound, however distant: water. But it stopped moving suddenly, and after a moment, she understood it was waiting for her. She glanced behind her at the campâs edge, wondering if anyone was watching her, and indeed, met the gazes of a few of Kaiâs men as they watched on eagerly. Time to go. Bes