First Chosen by the Dragon (Evelyn) novel Chapter 33

[Evelyn’s POV]

The days blur into a rhythm that bruises. Morning drills at dawn with newly marked warriors, every strike pulled short.

Afternoon patrols along the eastern ridge.

Evening weapons practice under Sera’s command, her voice cracking across the yard like a whip while torchlight turns blades to molten gold.

I settle into it, become exactly what I’m supposed to be—competent, unremarkable, invisible.

The eastern ridge stretches ahead of me in late afternoon light, wind pulling at my braid, salt air sharp off the cliffs.

I’m scanning the treeline below when boots crunch gravel behind me and Riven falls into step at my shoulder, easy as breathing. “You look thrilled,” he says. “Truly. The excitement is radiating off you.”

“I’m patrolling. It’s not meant to be thrilling.” I counter half-sarcastically with a small smile.

“Everything is meant to be thrilling if you do it right.” He grins—wide, careless, a grin that costs him nothing—and bumps his shoulder against mine.

“I’ll show you the overlook past the next bend. Sea-dragon nests in the cliff face—they light up at dusk when the mothers come back.”

“I’m supposed to be watching the treeline, not sightseeing.”

“You can do both. I believe in you.” He walks backward ahead of me, arms spread, the cliff edge three feet behind his heels, and he doesn’t even glance at it. “How are you settling in? Post-marking life treating you well?”

“Well enough. Sera runs a tight rotation.” His sincere laugh carries across the ridge, warm and unguarded, and something in me wants to lean toward it the way a cold body leans toward fire.

But even as I half-smile at him—charming, easy, open in all the ways his brother is not—my mind snags on Draven.

The memory of his hand hovering at my hip weeks ago, correcting my footwork—not quite touching, close enough that heat radiated across the gap, and my entire body ignited.

The way his voice drops half a register when he gives me orders directly, and I feel it in my spine. I should feel nothing for him but a soldier’s wariness toward her commander.

Instead, every incidental contact lands like a brand, and the worst part is he doesn’t even seem to notice.

“Evelyn?” Riven tilts his head. “You disappeared for a second.”

“Just thinking about the rotation tomorrow.” I shrug half-heartedly. “Truly riveting, mind-boggling stuff, you know?”

“Liar.” But he says it gently. “I’ve got to cut north—my patrol forks at the ridge marker. Stay sharp past the bluffs, the footing gets loose.” He clasps my shoulder, warm and brief. “See you at evening practice.”

He jogs ahead and disappears around the bend, and the ridge goes quiet. Just wind, and salt, and distant waves.

“You’re distracted,” Aspis says through the bond, her voice stripped of its usual playfulness. Something tight. Desperate. “And I can’t breathe. The walls are pressing in again. My wings keep hitting stone and I can’t—the ceiling is too low, it’s all too low.”

The distress slams through me mid-stride. Claustrophobia—thick, suffocating, not mine. Aspis’s world closing in through the bond, stone on every side.

I feel her claws raking across rock, gouging lines into the walls of Draven’s chamber, wings crumpling against surfaces that were spacious a week ago and are now a cage. “I need out. Everything is wrong. I can’t stay here.”

“I know. I’m working on it. Hold on for me.” I whisper, trying to be more comforting, already calculating the route to Draven.

I find Draven in his study after evening practice, still in my training leathers. He looks up from maps and something shifts behind his eyes—there and gone.

“Aspis can’t stay in your chambers anymore,” I say without preamble. “She’s gouging the walls. The claustrophobia is bleeding through the bond so hard I can barely focus during drills. She needs real space, Draven.”

He studies me. “I’m aware. I heard the scratching through the floor last night.” So calm and collected, as if he’s not affected by the situation at all.

“The walls are touching me. I hate this. I hate all of this.”

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