Chapter 53: Drakana’s Volcano Honeymoon

The day began, as many of Rei's days now did, with abduction.

One moment, he was peacefully seated in the sun-dappled garden of Velvet Manor, sipping lukewarm earl grey and mentally rehearsing twenty-seven different ways to say "I don't" politely.

The next, he was airborne soaring Upside-down through the clouds.

Slung over a broad, scaly shoulder like a noble potato sack.

"YOU'RE MINE FOR THE WEEK, REI!" bellowed Drakana, her voice crackling like a warhorn dipped in fire.

The wind tore past his ears. His hair became a flag of resistance. A stray tea leaf was lodged in his throat, and as he coughed violently, the only sound that came out was a muffled, "Whyyygghk—"

Below them loomed a burning island—or more accurately, a geological tantrum given physical form.