Page 1 of Song of the Dragon Rider
PROLOGUE
ARYA
My eyes fluttered open and blinding light seared into my vision. I groaned and tried to raise my hand to shield my face, but my arm felt like lead, and when I moved, there was a sharp pinch in my forearm. The pungent air stank of something bitter and unnatural—not the fresh, woody scent of the Ryder residence or even the crisp salt of the sea. Everything around me was wrong.
I blinked rapidly, forcing my eyes to adjust to the bright light. The first thing I noticed was that the ceiling wasn’t stone carved by master masons or adorned with intricate tapestries. It was smooth, sterile white, like nothing I had ever seen. I glanced down to see a needle inserted in my arm with a tube that led to a liquid bag secured to a pole overhead. The bed was soft in an unnerving way, and the blanket’s fabric felt strange against my skin; too smooth, too foreign.
A low hum filled the room, but I could tell right away that the sound wasn’t wind or water or anything natural. It set my teeth on edge. I pushed up on weak arms, my breath hitching as the room tilted slightly. My heart pounded as I took in the aliensurroundings: sleek furniture, glowing devices, walls that looked like polished ice but weren’t cold to the touch.
“Where am I?” I croaked, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar. My throat burned, and I clenched my fists against the irritation. Someone would pay for this indignity!
“Cat?” a voice called out, sharp and tentative. A woman appeared at the edge of the bed, her clothes an eyesore of mismatched colors and strange shapes. Tight trousers clung to her legs, paired with a loose shirt emblazoned with garish symbols. Her hair was short and wild, and her face was round and flushed. She looked like a jester who had wandered into my chambers by mistake.
I glared at her. “Who are you, and why are you in my room?”
The woman froze, her mouth falling open. “Uh… it’s me, Angie. Cat, are you okay?”
“Cat?” I snapped. “Who is Cat? My name is Arya Ryder, daughter of Lord Zacharia, Minister of Rites to Emperor Valenor. Howdareyou address me so casually!”
The woman’s eyebrows shot up and she let out a nervous laugh. “Okay, wow, you’re really leaning into this whole method acting thing, huh? Cat, come on. It’s me—Angie. Your best friend?”
“Best friend?” I repeated, incredulous. “As if I would allow someone likeyouto befriend me.” I waved my hand imperiously. “Enough of this nonsense. Where am I? What is this place?”
The stranger’s face twisted with concern, but there was something else—a flicker of doubt. “Cat, you’ve been in a coma for a month. Don’t you remember the accident? The lake stunt?”
I blinked, and my head throbbed as her words rushed past me like a torrent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I certainly didn’t give you permission to interrogate me. I demandto speak to someone in charge! A steward. A healer.Anyonewith actual authority!”
Angie stared at me, her expression shifting from concern to irritation. “Okay, this isn’t funny. What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong withme?” I echoed, my voice rising. “What’s wrong withyou?” I pointed at her accusingly, wincing at the pinch of the needle in my arm. “Who allowed you into my personal chambers? Why am I in this… thisabominableroom? And where is Maeve? She should have been the one to wake me!”
“Maeve?” Angie frowned. “What are you even…” She trailed off and her eyes narrowed. “Okay, seriously, what’s going on? You’re acting super weird. Did you hit your head harder than we thought?”
“I didn’t hit my head!” I snapped. “I fell into the water during the storm because my sister—” I stopped short as the memory flooded back. Gianna’s wide, pleading eyes. Her trembling voice begging me to stop. She was always so damned perfect, so unbearably kind. The thought of her made my chest burn with resentment. I sniffed angrily. “Never mind. Just tell me where I am.”
Angie let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re inLos Angeles. In a hospital. On Earth. Ring any bells?”
I stared at her, stunned into silence.Earth? Los Angeles? Hospital?None of those words made any sense at all! My chest tightened, and my hands clenched the blanket beneath me. “You’re lying,” I accused. “This is some kind of trick. Who sent you? Was it Gianna? Did she put you up to this?”
The strange woman’s jaw dropped. “Gianna? Who the hell is that?”
“Don’t play dumb with me!” I hissed. “I won’t tolerate this insolence. Answer me!”
Angie took a step back, her hands raised defensively. “Alright, chill. You’re clearly confused. Maybe the coma messedwith your memory or something.” Her eyes flicked to my arm and her expression shifted again, this time to one of confusion. “Wait… where are your tattoos? It’s been bugging me since they rescued you. I can’t imagine you could have had them removed overnight. You literally had one done the night before the accident. What the hell is going on?”
I frowned, following her gaze to my bare arm. “What are you talking about?”
“Your sleeve,” Angie said, her voice rising. “Your tattoo sleeve? You had it done years ago. Where did it go?”
“I have no idea what you’re babbling about,” I said coldly. “What is a tattoo?”
Angie gaped at me, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief. “Okay, this is officially freaking me out. You don’t know what a tattoo is? You’ve got to be kidding me. Did you lose your memory?”
This peasant was insufferable! “I haven’t lost anything except my patience! Now enough of this nonsense. Fetch someone competent to explain what’s going on.”
She crossed her arms, her earlier concern giving way to irritation. “Listen, Cat—or whoever you think you are—I’ve been here every day for the last month, waiting for you to wake up. So maybe cut me some slack, huh?”
I glared at her. “And I should care because…?”
