He was taking forever. I couldn’t hold the gap open much longer, and soon the acid would eat away the rest of the wagon. They’d be crushed—or trapped again—if they didn’t hurry.
Another pair of hands closed around the flute, between mine. Fayden took the weight of leverage and grunted, “Good job. Now help Stef.”
Blinking to clear my vision, I released the flute a little at a time until Fayden had everything. Fire surged through my palm and blood dripped from where the keys had pierced my skin. I staggered over to Stef, who was limping from the wagon. Orrin released him and turned back for her sister.
“What happened?” I could hardly lift my arms to support Stef, but I forced myself to take as much of his weight as I could; the way he favored his left leg hinted that something was very wrong.
“It’s broken. A shelf fell on me when the wagon wheel collapsed.” He checked over his shoulder. “They’re both out now. Where are we going?”
I scanned the area, but it was so hard to see anything with the smoke and chaos. “I think people are heading into the woods.” Both of us gasping, I guided him away from the collapsing structure. “Can you make it?”
“I think so.” Stef coughed and reached for his aunts as they came to help support him.
I didn’t see dragons toward the trees where people were running. The beasts had once again taken to the sky—most of them anyway—and were circling as though searching for escapees. As I watched, one of the dragons spat a glob of acid on the far side of the camp; new screams erupted.
“We have to hurry. Where’s Fayden?”
“Here.” He appeared at my side and handed me the ruined flute; keys had been stripped off, while the tube was bent and beyond repair. Congealing blood dripped off the metal. “Sorry about that.”
“Using it was my idea. I knew what would happen.” I waved the flute toward the woods. “We’re going there.”
Fayden turned to Whit and Orrin. “Go ahead. We’ll get Stef there as quickly as we can. Find someone who can set his leg. Rin, maybe.”
Orrin gave a terse nod, while Whit touched Stef’s shoulder. “No stopping to build a catapult or any of your usual nonsense.”
“I’ll be good.” Stef flashed a pained smile.
When the sisters took off toward the forest, Fayden grabbed Stef’s other side, and the two of us half carried him through the rubble-strewn camp. I kept the flute in my belt; I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away just yet.
“So, dragons.” Fayden shook his head. “Yet another thing that wants to kill us.”
Stef nodded. “My aunts think we stumbled into their territory. Their hunting grounds, maybe. I guess they didn’t hear that Meuric was planning on us living here.”
“Maybe they did and that’s the problem.” I staggered when my knee gave under the strain of Stef’s additional weight, but I caught myself before we fell. “We’re almost there,” I rasped. A lie. Whit and Orrin, who’d been running, were just now reaching the tree line. We weren’t halfway there.
But others were. Ahead, hundreds of people fled into the woods—toward safety, I hoped. Others came from behind us, burned and bruised, most limping or pressing their hands against bleeding injuries.
And overhead, the dragons seemed to be leaving. Maybe this was a warning, but up they flew, north again until they were beyond the wall and tower.
We were safe. I hoped. Without the supplies we’d packed in our burning wagons, we’d probably all die, but if the dragons were leaving, we had a chance.
“Watch out!” Someone screamed from the trees, just as a heavy thud behind me made the earth jump. Stef, Fayden, and I all went sprawling facedown to the ground.
I scrambled to my feet and spun around to face a dragon—the same one that had looked at me earlier, though I couldn’t tell how I knew. There was just something about those blue eyes, deeper than the sky.
And now it was looking at me again, as though it saw through to my soul, and it hated me.
The familiar rooting feeling began within me, that paralyzing fear that had kept me from acting when my mother’s life was at stake, or when the centaurs attacked the caravan. I couldn’t let that happen again.
I shook myself free of the terror and pivoted to help Stef to his feet. “Come on,” I rasped. “Start limping.”
Fayden flashed a proud grin as we worked together to help Stef, but when I glanced over my shoulder, the dragon’s mouth had opened, revealing those incredible teeth and the faint glow of green from within.
It was going to spit acid.
It was going to kill us.
“Get Stef to safety.” I left Stef’s side and ran toward the dragon. A feral cry tore from my throat as I drew my ruined flute.
“Sam!” Stef cried.
“Let’s go!”
The dragon snarled, revealing the acid glowing on its tongue.
I hefted my flute high and thrust it into the beast’s nostril. It roared, and acid spilled from its mouth as I darted away.