"Waah!" Peri nearly toppled over from the sudden burst of speed, her body thrown forward by the sheer force of the wind. She would have slipped entirely if not for Hades' quick hand shooting out, gripping her waist and pulling her back against the dragon's cold scales. He steadied her and kept her close as the world blurred around them.
There was no denying it—Kaya was flying far faster than she had in the morning, when they first arrived in Torseque. This pace wasn't normal flight… it was a desperate sprint. The kind a dragon used only when danger was near, and time was slipping through their fingers like sand.
Air whipped past them violently, sharp as needles. The sky itself became a raging river, its currents pushing at their bodies with unforgiving strength.
Kaya tore across the heavens with white body stretched wide, the moonlight bouncing off her scales like flashes of silver lightning. At this speed, the world below was nothing but streaks of shadow and color.
