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He snorted.

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s definitely a priority here,” he muttered dryly. “Why aren’t you freaking out on me right now?”

I shrugged, looking down at the city below me in excitement.

My hands were absently smoothing over the snake-like feel of the dragon’s skin, back and forth, over and over again.

I had no clue why I wasn’t freaking out. I instinctively knew I should just enjoy it while I could, because there was no way that any of this could be real. Not at all.

I was Blythe Barrett. The boring, nerdy girl next door who never did anything and nothing exciting ever happened to. The introvert who’d rather read a book than go out to party with her friends.

“Some nerd,” he muttered.

I saw a hand move out of my peripheral vision, and then a large tanned hand spanned the bare skin of my thigh, bringing my attention to my lower half, and I finally realized that I was in my underwear and a t-shirt.

On a dragon. In broad daylight. With a strange, albeit very handsome, man at my back.

“Ummm,” I hesitated, looking down at my bare legs. “You could’ve at least gotten me a pair of pants.”

He snorted. “I tried. You set them on fire.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, knowing that could very well be the truth. “I seem to have a problem with that. That’s why I was only wearing panties to begin with.”

“When I first came into my powers, I couldn’t wear shirts for three weeks,” he smiled fondly at the memory.

I blinked, thinking about him shirtless wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. The no pants on me was a bad thing, though.

A very bad thing.

“Where are you taking me to?” I asked.

“Darcy Manor,” he answered instantly.

“Where’s that?” I continued.

“The outskirts of Dallas,” he expounded.

Yet again, not helpful.

He’s obtuse, the voice said dryly. Ask him for longitudinal coordinates.

“I don’t know the longitudinal coordinates, Declan. I only know what the address used to be. All I can do is show her, you big fucker,” Keifer growled in frustration.

“Ummm,” I said slowly. “Can you hear my voice?”

He looked down at me oddly. “Of course I can hear your voice.”

“Can you tell me why you can hear my voice?” I licked my lips. “Are we both crazy?”

“Why would we be crazy because I can hear your voice?” He asked curiously.

“It’s not normal to hear voices, Keifer. Maybe you should take me back,” I looked around the area for an exit. Maybe like the emergency slides on an airplane, the one that unfurled in the event of a crash.

“You hear voices in your head…Oy! Declan, are you talking to Blythe?” Keifer yelled over the roar of the wind past our ears.

It was so loud!

Why?

Yes.

I blinked.

“You’re telling me, the entire night, I’ve been talking to the dragon?” I asked cautiously.

I felt him nod at my back. “Yeah, sounds like it.”

I slumped in relief, but it was short lived seeing as we were suddenly heading straight for a section of Dallas that I just knew we shouldn’t be going to.

“No! We have to turn back!” I patted his hands frantically.

I didn’t understand the vicious reaction I was having.

There was just something about the patch of bare land that lay in front of us that set all the hairs on the back of my arm on end, and made the pit of my stomach roil in protest.

“It’ll be okay,” he soothed. “It’s the shield. It won’t harm you.”

I blinked, surprised. “How do you know it won’t harm you?”

“Because my brother’s bringing it down if he hasn’t found a way to allow you passage. Both of which mean you’ll be fine, and I swear it, no harm will come to you,” he replied easily, as if he had so much confidence in his brother’s abilities.

I, on the other hand, had no clue who his fucking brother was. And every cell inside my body was telling me to turn around and not to come back.

Closing my eyes when the feeling started to get too much, I braced myself for whatever bad was going to happen…yet, it never came.

Then, opening my eyes for just a small peek, I gasped.

There were dragons.

Everywhere.Chapter 5

You had me at beard.-Blythe’s secret thoughtsKeifer

I breathed my own sigh of relief when the shield held as we passed through it, and that Blythe didn’t pass out. Nor did any of the other bad things I’d been imagining happen.

I was also happy that the entire thing hadn’t had to come down.

That would’ve been unfortunate, and would’ve meant a lot more work for me later.

Declan’s mate, Story, flew up to his side, and Blythe gasped.

I looked at the two dragons, trying to see it from the perspective of a normal human being, one who only saw the dragons from afar like the rest of the world.

Both of the dragons were large and beautiful. Powerful and strong. And the love between the two was clearly evident.