Scent of a Trap

After kissing Kyran and Kaelen goodbye, I shift and lower my wing for Torin to climb up. I watch as he kisses a tearful Myra before awkwardly climbing up my wing.

“Goddess, Kaelen makes it look so easy,” Torin says.

“He was meant to be a dragon rider. You weren’t,” I say, and Kaelen chuckles.

“What did she say?” Torin asks.

“She said to hold on tight,” Kaelen tells him instead.

I chuckle as I lift