Victoria clung tightly to the dragon's back as they soared through the night sky, the wind whipping through her hair. She glanced down at the ground far below, her heart still racing from the chaos they had left behind. The mansion was now just a speck in the distance, its lights flickering like tiny stars.
"Are you sure they aren't going to follow us?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.
William's response was calm and confident. "Of course they'll try, but we'll be fine. They're nowhere near as fast as the dragon. By the time they even get their mounts ready, we'll be long gone."
He was right. The dragon's speed was unmatched, and by the time the slave traders untied their own flying mounts and took to the skies, Victoria and the dragon were already miles away. The traders had no idea which direction she had gone, and the vast expanse of the night made it impossible to track her.
