My instincts kick in, arms clasping around Drefan’s thick torso to prevent me from flying off to my death. Pounding wind threatens to pop my eardrums, and I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping maybe if I block out this nightmare, it’ll end sooner.
A sudden freefall has my stomach lurching toward my throat, but the noise rattles me most, the incessant whoosh scrambling my brainwaves. Nothing on Lupheria is this loud. We don’t even allow hoverbikes on our planet, and I never rode one in my youth on Rakillon. I don’t know what to—
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