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An ex-assassin must fight to become a dragonrider...

Hunter (The Dragonrider Heritage Book 1)

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Nicole Conway

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This is where I would die—by the blade of those who had created me.

“H-Hurry up and do it!” I spat, tasting blood in my mouth with every halting, broken word. "KILL ME!"

I squinted up at the nearest of my former comrades. Even with his cowl up and his face smeared with a swipe of black paint to hide his features, I could see his eyes studying me.

Like he was trying to make up his mind to attack or not. Maybe he thought this was a ruse. A trick to get him to drop his guard.

His gaze narrowed, grip tightening on the scimitar he carried. He took a step toward me.

A sound ripped through the night, making us all pause.
Something boomed through the dark. The low, rhythmic thump—thump—thump of mighty wing beats coming closer. Massive. Powerful.

Was that … a dragon?

I couldn’t get up or move except to roll onto my back. The rain stung at my face and forced me to close my eyes. But I could still hear the thundering of a mighty roar in the air.

The earth flinched under my back as the dragon landed. Its angry snarl, and the sudden WHOOSH of roaring flames when it breathed fire, drowned out the storm. The few remaining assassins screamed in terror. Their footsteps sloshed and slurped in the mud as they fled past me. The twang of crossbow fire made the beast bellow again, and another burst of flame exploded into the night so close I could feel the heat against my cheek.

Then it all went completely silent. The shouting. The dragon’s roaring. Even the rain seemed to have stopped stinging at my face as I lay there, shaking in the cold mud.

Slowly, I forced my eyes to open …
… and stared straight into the face of a dragon I didn’t recognize.

Crouched down low, the beast’s wings shielded me from the storm as it craned its large head down and sniffed at my face. Blasts of hot breath stirred in my wet hair and it snuffled all over my head and chest, bumping me with the end of its short, black-and-red-scaled snout. Its scaly ears perked and swiveled as it made low, almost worried murring sounds.

W-What? What was this? Who was this creature? And where was its rider?

I kept waiting for someone to appear, a dragonrider in shining armor to clean up any remaining assassins that hadn’t already fled.

But no one came.

Squinting up at the dragon’s back, I couldn’t see that it was even wearing a saddle.

A wild dragon, then?

No. That didn’t make sense. Wild dragons didn’t act this way. They avoided people whenever they could. They certainly didn’t seek them out in the throes of battle and … save them.

I mean, not outside of old tales and stories, that is.
The beast blinked its large blue eyes, tilting its head to the side. It bumped me with its nose again, as though coaxing me to move. I couldn’t. Not much, anyway. Not enough to stand.

It took everything I had, every last shred of strength, to reach a shaking hand up and touch the dragon’s snout.
Those warm, smooth scales slid under my palm like soft, worn leather. Heh. That still caught me by surprise every time. I’d always imagined they’d be rough and cold to the touch.

The dragon made curious popping and chirping sounds in its throat as I ran my fingers over the ridge of black horns that began at the tip of its nose. They were a stark contrast to the red stripe that ran down its head like a blaze. Larger black horns jutted back like obsidian spikes from over its small, scaly ears. But from where I lay, I couldn’t see much else about it.

Not that it mattered.

It wasn’t like this was my dragon.

Any second now, its rider would show up. Maybe they just hadn’t had the time to put their saddle on before taking off to our aid?

“T-Thank you,” I managed hoarsely before my arm dropped back to my side.

The dragon gave a disapproving, almost panicked bark. It bumped my chest with its nose again, nipping at the front of my blood and rain-drenched tunic. But I couldn’t respond.

Not this time.

My head slumped to the side as everything around me seemed to fade to blurred shades of gray.

I … I couldn’t do this much longer. Every second, every heartbeat, brought me closer to the end. The edges of my vision began to grow dim.

I couldn’t hang on.

No matter how much I wanted to.

Not even when my end would put all of my friends—the woman I loved—in lethal danger …

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