Thirty-Three
VIOLET
An illusion. Of course it was an illusion. I should have realized when Calla didn’t go racing to rescue Chase, and when he was overpowered so quickly by the witch. But it was all so real. Surely the flames that almost seared my skin with their intense heat were real. That can’t have been an imaginary fire. But if the fire was real … then who was burning within it?
I push my questions to the back of my mind as we make our hasty escape from the island. Ryn and I—and Filigree, in mouse form in my pocket—take the dragon that swoops down to join the company moments after we arrive at the edge of the island. I’m told by everyone here that dragon riding is a far smoother experience than gargoyle riding, which means Ryn’s wound is less likely to reopen. Everyone else takes a
