Chapter 740: Dragon Rider

I thudded, breathless, into a hard, dark shape as Max, in drach form, swooped beneath me, banking to catch me across his broad back.

My swearing was lost in the rush of wind, but I have no doubt from the rumbling chuckle rising from his warm, scaled body he found it amusing when I explained to him just how furious I was to be dumped out and left to fall to my death.

And then there was no time for talking, or no breath for it at least, as he caught a thermal current and my stomach rose to my throat as I floated, weightless a moment, over the wide, emptiness of the barren landscape below.

Shudder. Just. Shudder.

And yet, lying there on his back, clinging on to the hard edges of his scales for dear life, as I looked out over the plane, I had to admit to myself this was the coolest freaking thing I'd ever done. Witches didn't fly, not in airplanes. Just in case our magic interfered with something important and made the aircraft plunge to fiery doom. And with my fear of heights, I never