Contents ( 50)
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Also by Liz Flanagan:
- COPYRIGHT
Noah and Lanys stood there, side by side, with Ravenna towering over them. Behind them, dozens more black-clad figures poured over the grass. It was the Brotherhood, speeding towards the barracks, towards Joe and his friends. This was one battle that was about to end.
‘I’m so sorry,’ Joe said quietly. He’d failed his dragon. He’d failed his father. Who would avenge him now?
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They’d been so close. Joe was filled with helpless fury, pinned to the spot under the gaze of the huge black dragon, Ravenna, and Lanys, with Noah and his dragon impatient for their revenge.
Joe could feel Ren hiding directly behind him, and he wished she would run to safety.
The worst thing was that he understood Noah, finally. That look on his face? Oh, that was familiar, all right. Noah wanted vengeance for his father’s death. He might be blaming the wrong people, but Joe understood the impulse all too well. Wasn’t he here for exactly the same reason – to stop Asa and the Brotherhood because they’d killed Nestan? He had no right to judge Noah for it, even as he prepared to die.
‘Joe, we have to do something,’ Winter whispered next to him. ‘The Brotherhood are coming!’
The burly guard at the next bunkhouse dragged Amina and Conor forwards by their arms, and threw them down 258in front of Lanys. ‘These two thought they were a match for me. Huh – funny.’ He didn’t sound amused. He stood there rubbing his head where they must have hit him.
Ariel and Maric limped out of the shadows. Something had happened to Ariel’s left wing, and it hung down awkwardly.
Where were Tiago and Flavia? Joe prayed they’d had more success.
‘Stop them, please,’ Joe begged Lanys and Noah, watching the men of the Brotherhood coming closer, blades drawn. ‘Don’t hurt my friends – they’re just children, ordinary children, no threat to you.’
‘Oh, no, no, no. All the ordinary children are at home in their beds,’ Lanys said. ‘Obeying the curfew. These are rebels, led by Jowan Thornsen: a dangerous and unstable young man. You attacked our guards, not the other way round.’
‘Yeah. We’re only defending ourselves,’ Noah added. He copied his cousin, eyeing her to see he was getting it right. ‘And when we kill you, that’s what we’ll tell everyone. You attacked us. Everyone saw you on Hatching Day. They know what you’re like!’
‘I’m not like that! Not any more,’ Joe said. But he knew Noah was right – he had a reputation now, and no one would doubt Noah’s word when he was dead. No one would know that he’d changed. No one would know that he’d tried so hard to save the city from the Brotherhood. He battled against despair.
Noah took a step closer to him, but Joe held his ground, still praying that Tiago and Flavia might free some of the duke’s soldiers in time to fight back. 259