Chapter 124
Abraxos was curled up like a cat on the narrow stretch of flat rock atop the mountain. “Willful, lazy worm.” He didn’t even blink at her. Take the eastern side, the overseer had said as he’d helped her saddle up and set out from the back door of the Northern Fang before dawn. They used this peak to train the hatchling wyverns—and reluctant fliers. The eastern side, Manon saw as she peered over the lip she’d just climbed, was a smooth incline after a twenty-foot drop. Abraxos could take a running start off the edge, try to glide, and if he fell ... Well, it would only be twenty feet and then wind-smooth rock to slide down for a ways. Slim possibility for death. No, death lay on the western side. Frowning at Abraxos, who was l*****g his new iron claws, Manon crossed the plateau and, despit
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