Page 67 of Rescued By The Dragon

“No,” I said through a tight throat. “I need to lay down.”

Dorran reached around me and turned off the water, ushering me toward the bedroom. Through the bedroom window, I could see the back of a guard’s head.

Dorran pulled the curtain to give me privacy as I pulled out Dorran’s clothes and got dressed. He stood as still as a statue, his emerald eyes searching me as if he missed something the times before.

“Stop staring at me like that,” I said.

Dorran slid his palm down his face. “I’m sorry, Amara—I’m shocked. I come in to check on you and you’re floating in the damn air. You’re human!”

“I know!” I shouted, pointing at myself. “Don’t you think I’m freaked out, too?”

Dorran sat down beside me and curled his arm around my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know what to say. You’ve never had anything like this happen?”

“Not that I remember. My parents were human. I’m not a dragon, I don’t have wings. What could it be?”

Dorran’s warmth settled my nerves. “I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with the reason your stepmother wants you to continue your medication. You have an appointment to prove you’re mentally capable of making your own decisions. Now it looks like we need to have your bloodline checked.”

“Maybe I’m not mentally stable,” I said. “Maybe Helena is right. Those pills are keeping me sane.”

Dorran chuckled. “You’re stable, Little Mouse. I think those pills are keeping you human.”

Why wouldn’t she tell me? What’s she hiding? I stared over at Dorran. “It was kind of cool though, wasn’t it?”

Dorran’s dark gaze shifted toward mine.

“I mean, you fly all the time, so it’s probably not that exciting to you, but for me, a human, it was pretty wild.”

The corner of Dorran’s mouth tugged into a smile. “It is definitely wild, Amara. I never expected to wake up today and find out that my human mate can float.”

“Can we call it flying? It sounds better.”

Dorran turned swiftly, pushing me back against the bed, he held himself above me by his elbows. Slowly, he caressed my jawline and down my neck. “It doesn’t matter for one moment what we find out. If you have some unheard-of bloodline or you're my arch nemesis’s daughter, you’re my mate, and nothing will change it.”

“That’s good to hear,” I said, rubbing the hem of his t-shirt between my fingers. “Do dragons have enemies besides other dragons?”

“Humans,” he said softly. “I’m mated to the one thing that we feared the most for centuries. We fear no creature, but humans fear those that are different from them. They are intelligent like us, so we feared that their distaste for us would lead to isolation. Which it did. But as you know we won the battle, and it’s the reason you sneak onto the bridge to see The Dragon Reign.”

“So, if I turn out to be a troll you won’t mind? What if this turns into a Shrek fairytale?”

“A what fairytale?” he asked.

“Never mind. I’m going to hold you to your word, Dorran.”

“You’ll learn very soon, Amara, that you can always trust me.”

Dorran pressed a kiss to my forehead and rolled me over to my side. “You need rest. I think float—flying, really took the tipsy out of you, but you need to sleep.”

“You’re right.”

Dorran stood up but I caught his wrist. “Where are you going?”

“To tell the guards everything is okay, and that we’re going to bed. You need me to go to sleep already, Amara?”

I hadn’t thought about it much, but his not being in the bed made my stomach turn. This bed was ten million times more comfortable than mine, but I knew it had nothing to do with the bed, and everything to do with Dorran.

“Maybe.”

Dorran winked at me. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

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