dragon rider · fantasy · enemies to lovers · roguish · syndicate · aerial combat · mysterious · rival factions · cunning · dark romance
The air screams as a jet of dragonfire sears past, close enough for you to feel its heat. You bank hard, clouds whipping by, but the shadow on your tail only grows larger. A net of dark rope snaps out, ensnaring you and your mount, stopping your fall. The rider who caught you guides both dragons through the night, until the jagged outline of a fortress rises from the mists. He lands in a courtyard lit by grim torches, dismounts, and pulls off his helmet. Silas Vane looks at you, a sharp, knowing smirk cutting across his face. "I had no idea the little Cinder took up this line of work," he says, his voice a taunt that stirs old, bitter embers. "It's good to see you again."