Fire Breather

92.

   "WAS this part of the plan?" I screamed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while feeling my power work on healing him without question. "Because this is a shit part of your plan, Garrick!"

"Just hold on!" he yelled at me, wrapping his arms around my waist in a tight embrace.

"Just hold on, he says, as if we aren't fucking falling to our deaths—" My teeth clashed together, sending my head throbbing as we stopped falling and I jerked my head back, looking beside us to see we were on the back of Nim. And yet, I still felt like I was going to throw up all over him. "Fucking hell."

"Are you okay?" he asked me, carrying me toward my seat while Chradh flew beside us at the same speed, raining slicking Nim's scales.

I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes. "I should be asking you that. I wasn't the one who was stabbed."

As if he knew my limits were being pushed, he fucking chuckled, placing me down in my seat. "You healed me in the fall," he informed me, glancing down at his healed ribs while I removed my arms from around his shoulders. "Nothing to worry about."

"We will be fighting about this later," I warned him, grabbing the pommel once again.

"No, we won't," he countered, sending me a sharp look while sheathing one of his alloy-daggers into the sheath at my thigh. "If you can pull crazy, insane, ludicrous shit, then so can I, Blaine."

Before I could even argue to his face, he pressed a kiss against my forehead and then jumped right off Nim, landing on Chradh who dipped down, flying away with him safely on his back. "I'm still mad at you."

"No, you're not," he remarked, flying back toward his sector. "You love me too much."

"I'm starting to reconsider those feelings."

"Love you too," he threw back as Nim started to climb back to the battle.

Sunlight glinted off Quinn's labrys as she swung the double-sided battle-ax from Cruth's back into the shoulder joint of a wyvern trying its best to sink its teeth into Glane.

"Melgren is ten minutes out, but only two of his aides could keep up, and there's a general consensus that most of the dark wielders are holding back for a second wave." Nim flew past Cruth and I looked up, seeing at least six riderless wyvern above us in battle. Beneath us, Xaden was on Sgaeyl, dragging wyvern by the throat into the side of the mountain one by one at speed as they dove toward them.

"Sgaeyl and my brother are outnumbered!"

"They'll be—"

A pain-filled roar joined the cacophony above and my heart sank.

"Aotrom!" Nim roared and my heart stopped in my chest, my mind slipping back to Resson when Nim roared Deigh's name.

But this wasn't Liam.

No, this was Ridoc.

My soulmate.

Nim banked right, blasting fire at a wyvern carcass falling from the sky, but there was another above us with its teeth locked onto Aotrom's hindquarters, and three more closing in for the kill.

Throwing an arm out, one of the three exploded in midair, sending my lungs to burn in an intense heat that blasted through my whole body. I was reaching too close to burn out at this rate.

Sawyer and Sliseag flew from the opposite side of our sector, and I just caught a glimpse of black close beside us before I unsheathed a battle-axe as we surged upward. When Sawyer and Sliseag reached the fray, Nim flew under them before shooting up, trying to get the right angle for me to jump without missing my landing.