Page 85 of Rescued By The Dragon

“Toby said she was losing her mind, Amara. She could have been hallucinating for all we know. We have no reason to believe her. They said she was having an episode. This could happen all the time. It’s nothing to worry about.”

Taking a deep breath, I wiped away the worry from my face. “We flew all the way here for nothing, Dorran.”

“That’s not true. She mentioned a forest by the river. Maybe that’s a good place to start. We can grab some lunch and ask some of the locals about the river. There is one that runs through here.”

“Sure,” I said.

Dorran lifted my chin, his deep gaze searching my face for something. “Remember what I said? If today doesn’t work out, we won’t stop until we find something.”

I nodded. “Right.”

Dorran and I walked toward the courtyard where most of the restaurants were located. There was a sushi place down on the corner Dorran agreed to go to. I loved sushi, but since I couldn’t make it, I rarely had it.

Helena would bring it home occasionally, but never for me.

We slipped into the small Asian-styled restaurant and were greeted by the smallest dragon I’d ever seen. She had Asian features, a beautiful smile, and ebony-colored wings.

“Hi. Welcome to A1 Sushi. Table for two?”

“Yes, please.”

The dragon began to seat us at the bar, but Dorran cleared his throat, pointing toward a huge mural on the wall. “Can we have a table over there?”

She glanced back. “Of course.”

We followed her toward the table, my eyes searching the wall-length mural with amazement. It was beautiful, and I quickly realized why Dorran picked these seats. There was a giant river running through it with trees and a forest.

She sat us down and took our drink order. “You think this is the river, don’t you?”

Dorran glanced at the menu. “It could be. That looks like the front gates of this kingdom,” he said.

The server brought back our drinks and pulled out her notepad. “Are you two ready to order?”

“I want the Philadelphia roll,” I said, scooting the menu toward the edge of the table.

“I’ll have the sampler,” Dorran said, pointing his menu toward the mural. “Who drew this?”

She took the menus. “I’m not sure. Someone a long time ago. This place has been here a while, only remodeled once, but the owner kept the mural. I don’t blame him. It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” Dorran said. “Is the mural of The South Kingdom?”

She cocked her hip to the side and folded her arms. “I knew you two didn't look familiar. You must be important to have gained access. Where are you from?”

“The North Kingdom,” he answered. “This is my mate, Amara.”

I met her kind eyes and smiled. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Eva,” she said. “It’s nice to have visitors. The mural is of the river ομορφι?. It means beauty in Greek.”

Something slithered down my spine. That name. I’d heard it before.

“It’s a beautiful river.”

Eva chuckled and looked over her shoulder. “It’s not named beauty just because it’s beautiful but because of the people that came from it.”

“Eva!”

Whom I assumed was her boss, or mother, because they looked alike, stared daggers our way. “Sorry, I’ll get your order in.”

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