Chapter 43
Max made his decision. As he stared into her beguiling red-violet eyes, he wielded. He’d been channeling a sense of calm into the amulet to keep her and the dragon in check, but now he called on his airmagic. I’m sorry, Keriya. This is for your own good. A whisper of regret stole through his heart, but he did not hesitate. He caught burning darksalm ash as it rode on the wind, and settled it on Thorion’s bronze scales. It sank in silently, painlessly, and Max knew a sense of bittersweet peace. Soon, he thought, the war will be over. Sometime during Max’s story, Keriya had stopped walking. “I don’t believe you,” she said. The horrible words spewing from his lips, lips that had once kissed her, were too terrible to face. “That’s thanks to the amulet, I’m afraid,” Max whispered. “It’s a
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