Chapter 18 THREAT OF A STORM

LYRA

“You,” she called out, voice loud and clear, laced with mock sweetness. “The new girl with the dragon fruit hair. Lyra Voss, isn’t it? Come forward. Show the class what a rider worthy of Tempest can do."

My heart slammed against my ribs. Heat crept up my neck, turning my cheeks warm. Dragon f...

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