Page 139 of Throne of Ice and Blood
I push with everything I have.
And for ten glorious seconds, anger soars into blazing rage in every chest.
Then my energy runs out, and I gasp as I slump forward over Draven’s neck, barely able to keep my grip on his spikes. I stare down desperately at the streets we fly over while the silver dragons chase us from behind.
For a few moments, nothing happens.
Then the city… snaps.
Screams of fury, screams of decades, of centuries, worth of suppressed anger and outrage, tear through the silent streets. Humans pour out onto the stones like a massive flood. Sprinting through the city, they carry everything that can be used as a weapon while they scream battle cries that echo of blood and reckoning.
Rage burns through the whole city as the entire human population storms the Ice Palace.
Tilting my head back, I scream up into the sky. Scream out of exhaustion. Out of relief. And out of sheer fucking revenge.
The spark is lit.
The rebellion has ignited.
Half of the silver dragons that were chasing us are forced to break off and fly back towards the castle.
Draven lets out a roar that sounds like approval, and banks hard, turning so that we’re once again facing our enemies. Galen and Lyra do the same and then fly up so that they’re flanking us.
Across the rooftops, speeding towards us, are Bane and Jessina. Even in their dragon forms, I can read the rage in their eyes as they fly towards us with the other half of their soldiers.
This took half of their current numbers out of play, but more dragons are already taking flight from the Ice Palace. We need to get out of the city. And we need to do it now.
Draven, Lyra, and Galen all open their jaws while Isera and Alistair get ready with their magic as well.
But then Bane and Jessina screech to a halt mid-air. All the other dragons have to swerve around them to keep fromcrashing into them. I stare at the scene before me in shock. Both Jessina and Bane are whipping their heads from side to side, as if they’re searching for us.
But we’re right in front of them. They should be able to see us.
Then I notice that Draven’s black scales are shimmering slightly. I snap my gaze to Lyra and Alistair. The two of them are shimmering as well. And so are Galen and Isera. Glancing down, I stare at my own hands that are still gripping Draven’s spikes. I am shimmering too.
What the hell is going on?
Jessina lets out a roar of frustration and starts flying back and forth with jerky movements while swinging her head from side to side. Around her, Bane and the other dragons are doing the same.
They’re searching for us. Why can’t they see where…
Realization hits.
Jerking my head down, I stare down at the part of the city that we are currently hovering over.
Ember Hill.
And there, on a well-kept lawn in front of a house with a dark blue door, stands an Unseelie fae with long black hair. Her yellow and violet eyes are glowing as she looks up at us.
A giddy laugh escapes my lungs.
She’s glamouring us. She’s making us look like part of the night sky or the buildings or something that makes us appear invisible.
“This is our chance!” I call to my allies. “We’re being glamoured.”
Draven doesn’t hesitate for a second. Flapping his wings hard, he starts towards the western horizon.
Raising one hand to my brow, I give Nysara a salute in thanks. I swear that I can almost see the feline smirk on her lips.
