A hand pulled at Erro’s elbow. Bree’s face glittered with sweat. Her large brown eyes studied him, looking for injuries.
“Get behind the line,” she said.
Aquila crouched and Erro tightened his legs around the griffin’s back just in time. Aquila leapt over the line of mages, and Bree shoved her way through to meet them on the other side.
“I thought elf magic could only contro...
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