The pain in your body flared as you woke, but the rhythmic motion of Tarin beneath you helped ground you. You had been tortured, but Xaden had saved you. As the massive dragons glided down toward Riorson House, you could feel the weight of the world pressing on you. Andarna, your black dragon, still slept, clinging to Tarin’s underbelly. Tarin’s wings beat heavily as they landed, and your brother Brennan rushed forward. Before your feet even touched the ground, Xaden’s strong arms caught you, pulling you close. His touch was a mixture of concern and relief, his usual cool demeanor shaken. “You’re safe now,” he whispered, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.