Page 136 of Centaur Bolt

Fuck. As I peered into the night sky, I realized I actually felt pretty damn good. Odd, considering what I’d been through. But I did. I felt—energized.

“Have they found us?” I asked.

He spun to me. “If you can Jump, Dreambit, get yourself home.” His face was changing, the bones lengthening.

Dreambit? The new nickname barely penetrated. No. Fucking. Way. Did he think I would just let him fly off, after what had happened between us? Before he could do or say anything, I grabbed hold of his arm, fed my outrage into that secret place within me—and welcomed the white noise.

Snap.

I landed face-first into the meadow grass, and Havoc fell on top of me. Fortunately, he was still mostly human, so I only got squished, not crushed. As I kissed dirt, it brought home that I really needed to get these landings under control.

Havoc pushed himself off me with a curse and rolled to his feet. “Where the hell are we?” he demanded.

“The academy,” I told him.

His eyes blazed copper in a face still transforming. “You had no right to bring me here.”

I glowered back at him. “Well, at least I didn’t bite you.”

His now toothy mouth opened and then closed again. His eyes fastened beyond me, and he walked right past. Toward the gate.

The Bellati guarding it was running in our direction, but now he halted, brandishing his spiral sword. Across the meadow, the academy doors opened, and three tall, graceful forms spilled out—I recognized Eli and Cas, and another I’d only glimpsed in the cafeteria. They shifted in an instant to their beasts, racing across the tall grass.

Which was when a huge form dropped from the sky. The turquoise Dragon thumped to the ground, metallic eyes aglow.

“Whos the shards ares you?” Tyrez demanded of the red Dragon, who was also, now, a beast.

The Unicorns slid to a halt on each side of Tyrez. I ran forward, stepping between the two Dragons. “I brought him here.”

Havoc didn’t help the issue by choosing this moment to snarl. He was now almost as big as Tyrez, and still expanding.

Just what I needed—to be caught in the middle of a Dragonian pissing contest.

I turned to Havoc, putting my back to Tyrez. “Look,” I said. “I thought you wanted to be free?”

His copper eyes glowed. “I dos,” he rumbled.

“Then you need to get that collar off. The Watchers can do it. And you have information they need.”

He assessed me, but some of the rage in his eyes was replaced with calculation.

I spun back to Tyrez. “He knows where Isobel is.”

His gleaming turquoise eyes widened. “Wheres is she?” he demanded.

“Nots untils the collar is offs,” Havoc insisted.

Tyrez’s gaze dropped to me, and I saw his nostrils flare. But he swung his head toward the academy building. “Cara’s removings Marcus’s collar,” he said. “Hops on.” He offered me his forearm.

Havoc snarled. It was a vicious sound, filled with both promise, and rage. “She flies withs me,” he growled.

Seriously? Tyrez looked from me to him.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll meet you guys there.” And I headed along the path toward the building. At more than just a walk, proving that, when provided with sufficient incentive, I could run.

The Unicorns paced me, but I didn’t think accepting a ride from them would improve Havoc’s temper any. And we needed him to tell us what he knew.

Seconds later, the two Dragons soared over me. Instead of landing on the roof, Tyrez landed with Havoc in front of the building. By the time I jogged up, winded, both he and Havoc were in human form, and glaring at each other.

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