RHYDAN'S POV
The jagged mountains surged up to meet us, their edges slicing through the mist like a maw waiting to devour. The ground came fast, and her screams only grew louder—threaded now with something fiercer, unexpected from someone who usually spoke so softly.
“You’re f*cking insane!” she screamed, her voice tearing against the wind. “F*cking winged monster!”
A flicker of satisfaction stirred in my chest.
Then she shifted in my hold, arms flying up around my neck. She buried her face against my chest, eyes squeezed shut, unable to look. Her nails dug into my skin as she clung to me, trembling so hard I felt it in every breath she took.
Her fear spiked again—but now there was something else. The salt of her tears.
That snapped me back to the present. Enough of this.
With a sha
