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wind in her hair and Caleb’s strength solidly beneath
her.
    And when Lucy thought they couldn’t possibly fall any faster,
Caleb picked up speed, pounding his wings, rippling his body through the
air.
    Lucy opened her eyes.
    The river!
    She screamed, clutching Caleb for dear life as he flattened out
at the last minute, soaring over the water like an eagle. Only he wasn’t an
eagle. He was one-part dragon, one-part jackass.
    “Okay,” she said, stroking his side. “I’m sorry. Truce?”
    He craned his neck around and slowly blinked his big,
coal-black eyes.
    Truce .
    Lucy’s heart fluttered as Caleb lifted her through the sky,
higher and higher, his wings beating the air with relentless strokes. As they
crested the ridge of the canyon, Lucy peered at the rain forest below. Miles
upon miles of trees blanketed the landscape. It was breathtaking. The sky always
seemed more beautiful from up here. Even with black clouds lumbering over the
horizon, the wind was crisp and clean, and the colors were more vibrant.
    Lucy wasn’t sure how long Caleb flew, when thunderclouds
conquered the sky, or when her hold loosened into a soft embrace, but she knew
when he started to feel differently about their flight. Somewhere on the
southern end of Draco territory, Caleb’s body began to hum. The small pulsations
tingled against Lucy’s legs and warmed her middle. It was like riding a powerful
motorcycle in all its grumbling glory.
    As heat crawled up Lucy’s legs, vibrating her in all the right
places, she shifted, slinging her body weight far to the right side. She
shouldn’t be feeling this way. It wasn’t normal to be thinking sexual things
about a Draco when in dragon form.
    But this wasn’t any dragon. This was Caleb. The humming, the
rolling of his body, his sheer power as he dominated the sky.
    It was him .
    And riding him was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt in her
life.
    Tingles of pleasure slinked to her middle. She readjusted,
splaying herself over him. Not now. She couldn’t think about him now. How many
training courses had she taken that explained the connection a dragon had with
his rider? How many times had she heard that a dragon can sense what his rider
is feeling?
    The humming increased, vibrating Lucy’s middle until she was
sure the next ten minutes would grant her entrance into the Feralon Sky Club.
But then Caleb slowed. Flattened out his wings and banked right.
    There, on top of the southernmost ridge of the isle, perched
Thorne Castle. She hadn’t seen it in years. The castle had been demolished, and
was now ruled by moss-masked stones and murky shadows. The eastern wall had been
crushed, broken through completely, and the top tower no longer existed except
for an exposed platform with stones protruding from it like broken teeth.
    “The place has changed a ton,” Lucy whispered, as thunder
growled from all around them.
    Caleb rolled his neck in agreement as the clouds opened up,
drenching them in seconds.

Chapter Four
    Caleb closed in on the uneven stone overhang on the
eastern side of the castle. With a low whoosh , he
quickened the beating of his wings and gripped the ledge with the tips of his
talons. Once on flat ground, Caleb dipped his wings and bowed, letting Lucy
dismount.
    It was a damn shame he had to put her down. Judging from the
stimulating currents flowing off her body, things were about to get interesting.
But he couldn’t risk flying in the storm and getting struck by lightning. One
bolt through his wings and he’d drop to earth like a stone.
    As if on cue, a jagged spear of light pierced the sky, punching
through the tallest evergreen canopy of the forest below them. When the rod
disappeared, smoke snaked to the heavens. Good thing the forest was moist and
the air was humid; fires weren’t a threat.
    Cowering from the rain, Lucy darted beneath the nearest
archway, dumped his bag, and turned back, waiting for Caleb to shift. Scanning
the sky to make sure they weren’t