HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON x BOYFRIEND MATERIAL
Alex Vance commands enough magic to annihilate London, but he’d rather watch Love, Actually and fight over popcorn with his magical pet than save the world. When his agonisingly sexy ex-boyfriend, Tyler Winterbourne, prince of Magice Primaria, rescues him from a deadly attack of dark creatures, Alex must face the past he ran from, the love he’s afraid of, and the most unlikely adversary of all: his father.
Snow stars rip from the ground beside me along with chunks of broken mortar and brick, all sucked up into an angry snowstorm I can’t control anymore. I’d laugh if I wasn’t currently suffocating. This is what I get for fighting what I am. The world’s most powerful mage is going to die a rather pedestrian death, choking on some hairy starfish.
I search through a tiny gap in fur and suckers for Inkpit. Even without my glasses, his weakening glow draws my gaze to the patch of snow he’s been dragged into. His white-tipped paws that were clinging to my coat minutes ago stick out of the powder like tiny gravestones.
If only I could reach him. But there’s nothing I can do to save my gruff now. Not without killing us both. My hands squeeze my own throat, bound by spiderish extensions that harpooned–Assassin’s Creed style–from the stars’ fat limbs. I can’t speak any strength into my magic. All I can do is self-destruct.
Something melancholy and masochistic surrenders inside me. I’ve failed. Failed Inkpit. Maybe I am just like every other arcanist–if I don’t slaughter my way out of an impossible situation, I die. But perhaps this is appropriate atonement for my sins. For burning my family’s house down. For stealing their magic.