Most people didn't know about the bonus arrow. The only way to get it was in freefall with immaculate timing.
Guinevere had discovered it on her last flight before merging with Maddox's flame.
Without breaking stride, she launched off a green dragon's back. Wind hammered upward. One hundred feet. One fifty. Two hundred. The arrow streaked in from the left and she snatched it out of the air.
Ryker dove alongside her, matching her freefall speed, and closed his paws around her waist gently. Then he surged upward, and tossed her onto his back where her bow was.
She loaded. Fired. Bullseye on the bonus target.
"Three minutes."
Every tent on the eastern ridge was open.
Lord Raventhorn appeared at the edge of the field. "I want one."
The lord beside him blinked. "One what?"
