Chapter Sixteen
Pensould was still angry.
He had been flying at an enraged speed for so long that Llandry felt ready to drop, but he showed no signs of slowing. And he wouldn’t speak to her.
Pensould, please. I’m sorry.
No response. Llandry wasn’t sure he had even heard her. He had blocked her out completely, intent on his crazed search. Ever since he had learned of the extinction of the draykon race, he had grown steadily more urgent in his quest to bring them back to the worlds; now, having seen, and failed to halt, the fate of a fellow draykon – its bones exhumed and scattered – he was unstoppable.
Pensould…
His voice roared in her mind. Do not distract me now!
Tired, saddened and angry, Llandry at last rebelled. She was not bound to Pensould; if he no longer wanted her, she was
