Sky on Fire

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Catherine Lievens

ISBN :978-1-4874-4362-7

Page :114

Word Count :35000

Publication Date :2025-09-26

Series : Mages & Dragons#6

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Category : , LGBTQIA+ Romance , LGBTQIA+ , What's New

BrandsExtasy Books
Product Code: 978-1-4874-4362-7

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There’s a fine line between love and hate, and Tyne’s been walking it since his dragon returned.

Tyne has his dragon back. He should be relieved, but instead, he’s haunted by the past. Meyer’s presence dredges up memories Tyne would give anything to forget—of another life and a betrayal that nearly broke him.

Meyer doesn’t understand why Tyne treats him with so much hostility. He’s not Peyton anymore. His past life is a blank slate, and with every interaction, Tyne makes him wonder if he even wants to remember.

When the two are forced to work together and head to their birth clan, the distance between them begins to close. Tyne can’t keep the truth buried forever—not when he’ll have to rely on Meyer in the battle ahead.

Meyer may not remember who he was or what he did, but he knows who he is now, and he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he’s not the man who betrayed Tyne. Will it be enough to earn Tyne’s trust? Or his heart?

As the final battle against Carlyle looms closer, Meyer and Tyne need to make peace with their past. What kind of future can they have—together or apart?

Something exploded nearby. Tyne barely even jumped. He grinned, still moving toward Carlyle.

This was what he wanted. He finally had Carlyle in front of him, and if he had anything to say about it, it was the last time Carlyle would put someone Tyne loved in danger. Tyne didn’t care what he had to do. He was ready to sacrifice pretty much anything—including his life—to ensure that Carlyle met his end. He wouldn’t escape this time around. Tyne wouldn’t allow him to.

Carlyle was putting up a decent fight, but he was only one man against all of them, and clearly, he hadn’t fully recuperated from his time spent trapped in the gemstone. He was doing his best and using his human helper, but there was only so much he could do. Tyne and the other mages all had their dragons, and it made them stronger. Carlyle, on the other hand, would never get his dragon back.

Something caught Tyne’s attention. Carlyle was moving toward Emory, and Tyne didn’t have to ask to know that whatever he was planning wouldn’t be good. He moved, and he wasn’t the only one. The other mages moved with him. All of them wanted to protect Emory. They hadn’t been able to in the past, but they would now.

They didn’t have the time to get to him. Graham appeared from out of nowhere, knocking into Emory. The two of them went down, and Tyne thought that whatever Carlyle had been planning had failed. Then he heard Emory scream, which told him he was wrong.

He‘d had enough. He stepped forward, raising his hands. His magic had always tended to the offensive more than the defensive. Sometimes, it had made him feel guilty because he’d wished there’d been more he could do to protect himself and the dragons from Carlyle. This was his opportunity, though. Carlyle was finally in front of him, and he was vulnerable.

Tyne grinned as he directed his magic toward Carlyle. Blood spurted from Carlyle’s arm, making him scream. That didn’t stop Tyne, who continued walking toward him. Nothing would stop him. Carlyle deserved everything that was coming at him. He deserved worse.

He’d taken the dragons away. He’d stolen their memories. None of that mattered for Tyne, but it did for the other mages. He’d seen how unhappy they were over the past decades and how much they’d suffered. He’d seen how much they’d struggled when they found their dragons again. Carlyle needed to pay for all of that.

Carlyle clutched his arm to his chest. Tyne’s smile widened. He hadn’t dared to attack Carlyle directly until now because he hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone else with his magic, but Carlyle stood almost alone now. The only person close to him was his human minion, and Tyne wanted to tell him that it would soon be his turn. He wanted the asshole to be afraid of him. Hell, he wanted Carlyle to be afraid of him. He didn’t usually enjoy that kind of thing, but it was Carlyle. Tyne would enjoy his screams of fear and pain as a soundtrack to fall asleep.

“This isn’t over,” Carlyle said.

Tyne felt a little wild as he used his magic to hurt Carlyle even more. “You’re right. It’s not over.”

He’d expected Carlyle to fight back. The man might be weaker than usual, and he might be alone, but he’d never been anything but stubborn and resilient. It was the reason he was still alive—that and because the mages had taken pity on him and hadn’t wanted to take his life. If they’d killed him the first time around, they wouldn’t have lost their dragons. None of this would have happened.

Tyne wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Carlyle screamed and pushed his magic forward. For a second, Tyne wondered if this was it for him. Carlyle was smart, though. He didn’t aim the magic at Tyne or one of the other mages. No, he aimed it at one of the dragons.

At Tyne’s dragon.

Meyer screamed, and the world stopped. Tyne had been doing his best to keep Meyer at arm’s length, and he’d been succeeding. Even though he’d known they would have to work together to win the fight against Carlyle, he wanted to make sure his heart didn’t end up shattered again.

He’d been wrong. No matter the distance between them, if anything happened to Meyer, Tyne would be hurt. He couldn’t lose Meyer again.

He ran toward his dragon, who was on the ground, still screaming. He fell to his knees, hovering his hands over Meyer’s body, desperately needing to find a way to help him. Meyer was in pain. Tyne needed to do something, but what? He hadn’t been able to save Meyer the first time they’d fought Carlyle. Nothing had changed since then.

Tyne didn’t care about Carlyle or anything that was happening around him anymore. His full focus was on Meyer, who was still screaming.

Tyne looked him up and down. He grimaced when he saw Meyer’s leg. He had no idea how Carlyle had done it, but he’d broken it. It was folded in a way that wouldn’t be possible if the bones were still intact. He reached for the break, then stopped. He’d never been good with healing spells. He was even worse than the other mages, possibly because his magic felt more comfortable attacking and defending. He was terrified he’d hurt Meyer even worse than he really was, but he had to do something.

He looked up. The others were moving toward Meyer, so Tyne knew he would be in good hands. He quickly slid toward Meyer’s head, leaving space for whoever would heal him to work.

“You’ll be okay,” Tyne said.

He wasn’t sure Meyer heard him. He wasn’t screaming anymore, but he was deathly pale, as if all the blood had leached from his face. He was also shaking, which couldn’t be good.

Dallin suddenly appeared next to them. Tyne looked up, not caring one bit what his brothers thought of him. He knew they had questions about why he was so angry at Meyer, but he also knew they wouldn’t ask them now.

“You have to help him.”

Penley reached them, too. He was out of breath and looked shaken, but he knelt next to Meyer and reached for his leg. Tyne almost started crying. Penley was the best of them at healing spells. If someone had a chance to heal Meyer and ensure he wouldn’t suffer consequences from whatever Carlyle had done to him, it would be Penley.

He wasn’t the only one who wanted to help. Dallin mirrored Penley’s position on the other side of Meyer’s leg, and together, they started working on Meyer. The first thing they did was take away the pain. Tyne knew what they were doing—he just didn’t think he would’ve been able to do it, not on Meyer.

Meyer stopped screaming almost instantly. His body slumped to the ground, but it only lasted for a moment. He started screaming again, and Tyne reached for him. He needed to help him. He needed to stop the pain.

Someone caught his arm. Tyne fought the hold, but more hands appeared and pulled him away. He struggled until Bennett wrapped an arm around his waist and held him still. “Let them work,” he murmured.

He was Meyer’s best friend. Tyne wanted to tell him to do something to help, but both of them were powerless right now. The only thing they could do was watch as the mages worked on Meyer and listen to Meyer scream.

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