Lydia
Approaching a dragon the size of something that could crush cars underneath its feet is not an easy task. Every bone and nerve rattles in my body as I set course for the angry creature.
This doesn't feel like a good idea.
What if Avery ends up killing me?
Eyes, blazingly blue, lock on mine, and every instinct tells me to run. Warning bells go off inside my head, and adrenaline gushes into my ears. I can hear the flow, yet I don't stop but venture on.
"Did you lose control again?" I ask in a small voice. "Did you forget what and who you are?"
Avery responds by opening his large mouth, and I see fire building up at the back of his tongue—if I don't calm him, I will burn to a crisp. He can't remember me unless he has always wanted to secretly murder me.
I don't think that's t
