The Payur Bond
He bows at the waist. “I’ll protect Fourth with my life.”
That’s what I’m afraid of.
“You’ll find Auren and our mother,” he says, not an inch of doubt in
his voice, because he knows I won’t settle for anything else. “Be careful,”
he murmurs.
“You too, brother.”
My grip tightens on the reins, and my chest tugs with both emotion
and pain.
But the pull to get to Auren tugs harder.
go go go go
With one last nod to Ryatt, I nudge Argo with my heel, and he lifts
us into the night sky. The other timberwings on the ground screech at our
departure, envious that we’re on the move.
My pulse jumps—leaps—because finally, I’m on my way. Finally,
I’m heading toward her. And although pain throbs in my chest and I can feel
my veins pulsing with poison, I ignore it. Because I’m going to her, and
nothing, not even this rotting fucking heart in my chest, is going to stop me.
I can’t open a rip, no matter how hard I try, but I can get to that
fucking bridge.
I have to.
Right before dawn, Argo spots a flock of birds mid-flight. He drops
out of the cover of the clouds, attention locked on his prey. They don’t even
see him coming until he’s swooping down, scooping two of the winged
creatures up into his wide maw. The sound of their shrieks is cut off by
snapping bones and a litter of feathers.
I lock in my knees, bracing as he swoops for a third. “Argo—”
Intense pain slams into me so abruptly that I jerk in the saddle. The
sensation pitches brutally into my chest, stealing my words. Stealing my
vision.
"Bazen bir kahve yudumlayıp, bir şarkı açarsın, susarsın ve o şarkı senin söylemek istediğin her şeyi söyler." Winged Creatures
