Chapter 17
“If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.”
–Ilona Andrews
Grigori howled as he saw Madelyn hit a ledge and lay unmoving. Their shared connection flickered and then went out. His dragon lurched, his wings fluttering wildly as a desperate cry welled up inside him.
No . . . She couldn’t be . . .
Dark shadows whirled overhead like dancing devils. He raised his head as he tried to see above him. At least a dozen dragons took wing from the cliffs and were circling like vultures. Rurik huffed and kept pace beside Grigori as they stayed close together in the air. Centuries of fighting alongside each other made them familiar with one another’s movements. But there was no changing the outcome of this fight. They were outnumbered. This was no battle of honor. Madelyn’s warni
