Avery
“Wait for it,” my dragon said.
Dorian froze in his advance, his hand clenched on my ankle. His eyes became distant, and a curse fell from his lips.
“Come on, we need to go,” he said harshly, pulling at my ankle.
“What’s going on?” I asked, bringing my breathing back under control.
He muttered something about the Huntress, and my heart leapt. Irina was here. A massive roar outside the window distracted Dorian, and I kicked out, connecting with his arm, scrambling sideways off the bed, and landing in a pile of tulle and skirts. This dress was a liability.
Dorian dived after me, and his punch to my face snapped my head backwards, pain exploding across my cheek. I barely registered it as my dragon pushed forward, shifting my hand and slashing out at any part of Dorian she could cat
