He still did not have control of his body, and there was no other way to ensure Mara did not land and attack Angulus. Unless they crashed so spectacularly that neither of them walked away from it. That was a possibility. He was very aware that this craft did not have thrusters as they lined up their approach. Out of habit, he tried to dip his hand toward the pocket where he often kept his dragon luck charm. Belatedly, he remembered that he had lost it. There would be no luck for him today. Have faith. We will not allow this contraption to crash while we’re aboard it. Wonderful. Ridge glanced down at Mara’s waist. He had yet to see Wreltad’s true form—the sheathed knife digging into his thigh did not match the image Wreltad had shown Ridge of an elegant sword. It hardly mattered. He did not doubt that his enemies had magic, not when it was keeping him from flying freely. Whichever one of them was restricting his movements allowed him enough leeway to adjust the flight stick. It appeared that he was going to be responsible for this landing.
