Jordan was right. Fall City events were a hot spot for terrible things to happen, and the third time was not the charm. When patrons were bring led one way, Rhys zipped through the crowd in the other, toward the dragon of bones and ice. X-DAV was here. He knew that.

But he couldn't stand by and do nothing.

Once he had his padded gloves pulled on tight, he made a dangerous lunge under the dragon's neck while arrows distracted it. He aimed at its knee joint, smashing his fist into it in an effort to force it off balance.

It buckled under its own weight, but craned its flexible neck and snapped out at Rhys like a cobra. He barely had time to leap back, his nose inches away from the jaws as they clamped shut.