But Dev wasn’t about to give Thisbe up, even after what she’d done. He was almost as furious at Thisbe for leaving him behind as the Revinir was for tricking her and escaping. The points of her claws broke his skin.ĭev winced. “Answer me! Did they go to the forest to find the twin? Is Fifer there?” She grabbed Dev’s shoulders and shook him. “Tell me where Thisbe and Rohan went!” The Revinir loomed closer. And he knew they’d fled Grimere on the backs of two ghost dragons.
He knew she was asking about Thisbe and Rohan and the other black-eyed slaves who’d managed to escape the catacombs. His whole body began trembling uncontrollably, and he squirmed against the wall, trying to put a little more space between him and the Revinir. “Where?” Her wretched, fiery breath caused Dev to squint and turn his head to one side to protect his eyes. “Where are they?” the Revinir demanded in a horrible voice. Some looked in at him with dull eyes-they were under the Revinir’s mind control and would attack him at her command. Through the barred window he could see a great number of dragons in flight, circling a little too close for comfort. He pressed his back against the wall, and a sickly wave washed through him. Her scales shone iridescent in the moonlight, and her long, curved dragon claws gripped tiny vials of broth.ĭev gasped and scrambled to his feet. Smoke drifted from her nostrils and traveled out the window’s iron bars, and flames curled around her teeth and licked her lips. When Dev awoke to a loud slam in the castle turret, the Revinir was standing over him, her dragon tail snaking out through the open set of doors.
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