“Then close your eyes,” Drazen snapped.
“Like a coward? No, I will face any challenge with my eyes open.”
“Flarking idiot.”
I heaved a sigh. The two had argued for most of the flight. Much more of this, and I would leave them perched at the top of a high cliff.
“I still can’t believe you kept your dragon hidden from us all this time,” Drazen shouted over the wind.
“I had my suspicions,” Kronk grumbled.
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“We could have broken out of that flarking pit on day one if you’d have shifted.”
I snorted smoke in response. And land in Idris’ zoo next to my brother? No, thank you. The moment I revealed my dragon, his goons would have driven me into the ground. Also, there was the false king’s disgusting mind control. No way I was ending up a brainless slave, as my brother had.
“You could have warned us before you shifted in that field,” Drazen complained.
My lips pulled into a razor-sharp grin. And miss the looks on their faces? Not a chance.
“Drazen screamed like a girl,” Kronk snickered.
“You screamed too.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Not.”
“Too.”
“Not.”
“Too.”
I loosened my claws, pretending to almost drop them, causing both to squeal like the females they denied imitating.
Finally, Gravestone came into view. None too soon, with dawn lighting its jagged silhouette.
“Thorne does not fly well either,” Kronk stated. “He is flying into the face of the mountain.”
“Um, Thorne, buddy? You do see that mountain directly in front of us, don’t you?”
I rumbled a growl.
“Ah, he sees it,” Drazen said.
“Then why does he fly so low?” Kronk barked.
“Why would I know?”
“Ask him.”
“You ask him.”
