An eddy jostled them. Though the dragon rose and fell without warning, it appeared to be in control.
Mara flashed back to the doomed flight that had started it all. This time, however, she was more prey than passenger. What was this creature doing? Was it going to open its claw and drop her into the river? She hugged even tighter. He could let go, but she wouldn’t.
The dragon banked, turned back for another pass over the bridge.
Below, the obelisks glowed and pulsed urgently. Dying flames licked up from the arch and balustrades, outlining the structure of the bridge from bank to bank, emitting thin streams of smoke into the misty air.
Diana stood in the middle of the roadway in front of a pile of rubble. Mara could make out Sam as well, lying off to the side near the walkway. From this
