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Xaden pulls the venin from the wyvern’s back and yanks him downward,
right into the dagger he holds in his outstretched hand.
Damn, sometimes I forget just how beautifully lethal he is.
Knowing they’ll all live, I let gravity claim my body and slide from
Tairn’s back.
“VIOLET!” I hear Xaden’s scream as I fall.
