CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kyra plummeted through the air, clinging to Theon’s back, as they spun wildly out of control. She saw the ground rushing up to meet them, knew she would be dead in a few moments, and yet despite that, she wasn’t worried for herself. She could think only of one thing: that Staff of Truth. There it was, far below her, tumbling end over end, dropping through the sky as it fell toward the ground, gleaming each time it caught the light.
Kyra could scarcely believe that dragon had snatched it from her hands. She had felt so powerful, so invincible, had been certain that she and the staff would never be separated. And just like that, in one single swipe, the fate of Escalon, so fragile, was reeling; her own destiny, so precarious, was in jeopardy. How was it possible? How could
