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Chapter 7 - RIDING THE NIGHT

Without hesitation, Marlo leaped off the edge into empty air. Alistair jumped right behind her.

For two terrifying seconds, they fell through the cold night air. Then, powerful black scales slammed up beneath them. Marlo caught the leather straps of Nyx’s chest harness, pulling herself up and grabbing Alistair’s arm to drag him onto the dragon’s back.

Nyx leveled out with a massive sweep of his wings, roaring in triumph as he climbed into the midnight clouds above the fortress.

"You crazy, brilliant girl!" Alistair yelled over the wind, holding tight to the saddle frame.

"He came for us!" Marlo laughed, tears streaking her soot-stained cheeks as she stroked the base of Nyx’s neck. "He knew!"

Nyx banked sharply, his left wing flexing cautiously. Marlo could feel the tension in the scarred joint, but without the force of a brutal rider jamming a stirrup into it, the dragon flew true and fast.

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"Where now?" Alistair asked, looking down at the fortress below, where horn calls were sounding to launch the garrison's aerial pursuit team.

"The docks," Marlo said, her face setting into cold determination. "Vane said the transit transport arrives tonight. That’s where the evidence is being loaded. If we destroy the shipping vessel and expose the operation in front of the full garrison, they can't cover it up."

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