ch. 88
The world lurched and blurred around Eldran. The poison Tyler had concocted was a relentless beast, coursing through his veins, stealing his strength, and muddling his thinking. He'd managed to snag a hostage – that pesky dragon – but keeping a grip on the struggling boy was proving more difficult with each passing second.
Carson, the boisterous dragon, did not like this at all. His bellows of protest echoed through the chamber, alternating with frustrated curses and desperate pleas. Eldran, his vision swimming, could only tighten his grip on the knife pressed against the dragon's throat, an attempt to maintain control.
He'd envisioned a grand escape, a bargaining chip to secure his freedom. Now, all he wanted was to reach a safe distance before the poison claimed him. A surge of anger, fueled by his weakening state, flared within him. Carson's resistance was infuriating.