Chapter Forty
Talon
Talon wrapped his arms around Brianne’s chest, pulling her against him as he gripped her shoulders, her bow in her hand. They’d spent the night camped in the foothills, not wanting to cross the mountains in the dark. A faint hint of light filled the air as he and Conal, carrying Bellamy who held a crossbow, flew into the sky. Talon didn’t like having to leave his own crossbow slung low on his back between his wings when Bellamy was armed. It felt wrong. Conal pulled ahead and he wanted to race him. Instead he controlled the urge to win knowing he’d never reach the summit if he didn’t pace himself.
Brianne tilted her head towards him. “I love the feel of this. Flying is the best sensation in the world.”
It was easy for her to say. She didn’t have to force her way thr
