Morian stumbled and fell to her hands and knees in the soft sand as Raffvin’s dragon released her to land next to her. Her hair fell forward around her face. It had been pulled free from the chignon she wore by the fierce winds that had buffeted them as they approached the island.
She cried out in pain as Raffvin reached down and grabbed her by the arm, jerking her roughly up to stand next to him. She wiped her free hand on her gown, brushing off the sand stuck to her palm, before she pushed the heavy strands of black hair back from her face. The winds were calmer here, but there was still enough to blow her hair back into her eyes.
“Where is it?” he asked impatiently, shaking her.
Morian jerked her arm out of his grasp and took a step back, almost falling again in the soft sand as she
