Weakness had descended upon Eli as he rode the dragon into the raining night sky, massive leathery wings flapping in the air, lightning flashing and thunder clapping a distance further away from them.
It was taking more than he could give to control the beast, but his death was nothing compared to what would befall him if he didn't find his Donna tonight.
If he didn't find her---
His grip tightened upon Belladonna's scarf that was tight in his grip as he held the reins of the dragon.
Cold slammed into him, rain drenching him, as well as his blood that ran down his nostril from underneath his mask. The pain felt dull compared to his heartache and the self-blame going on in his mind.
He must find her.
There was no if.
There was no maybe.
He must find her.
Alive.
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The castle walls had a lot of ears and mouths. It didn't take much time for the news of the Bride's sudden disappearance to spread.
