“We have to hurry.” I waved them out. “And you have to climb.”
There’s not going to be time. Damas had moved to the hole and peered upward. Unless you want me to distract another dragon. There’s no cliff to leap off this time.
He could turn this whole place into a bonfire while we’re in the basement. I helped the children out, wincing at how slowly they moved, their bodies stiff after being locked up for so long. The youngest girl paused to wrap her arms around my waist. It was touching, but all I could think about was that we didn’t have time. Later, there could be hugs.
My senses lit up as the dragon flew into my range.
A mile? I asked Damas.
Yes. He’ll be here in seconds. Damas bunched his powerful leg muscles and sprang the twenty feet out of the hole, landing lightly on the floor
