With a crash, the building shook. The heat lessened, and Keriya was sure Tanthflame’s spell had caused one of the bells to fall.
Maybe it crushed him, she thought. Maybe he’s dead.
“Dragon Speaker!” A voice rasped against the wind, and a hand clamped around her wrist. She looked up and saw Tanthflame leaning out of the window, a crazed gleam in his eyes. “Where is the sword?”
“I don’t know,” she wailed.
His face contorted into a snarl. With his free hand, he grabbed her neck and lifted her into the air. She resisted the instinct to struggle, since the only thing between her and a deadly drop was Tanthflame’s grip.
Keriya clutched at his muscled arm, trying to alleviate the pressure on her spine. He tightened his fingers around her throat and she choked. She wasn’t getting enough air.
