Page 80 of Dragon's Honor

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Finley moved to sit next to her sister.

“I didn’t believe you. I thought some guy did something awful to you in that alley and you needed some way to process it, so you made up the demon shit. But I felt him inside of me. I couldn’t control what I was doing or saying. He was in my head. I didn’t remember at first but it’s starting to trickle in. Like the more I come back to myself the more I remember.”

“What do you remember?”

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t think that’s important, Fin. I think what we should be worried about is when he gets back in my head.”

“She’s right.”

Finley jumped when she heard the female voice behind them. It was Syrena.

“Olivia this is Syrena. This is my sister,” she said.

Syrena nodded slowly. “I know exactly who she is. Henrik told me about your little theory.”

“My theory?”

“That perhaps you and your sister didn’t burn up because you’re both dragon mates.”

“Why would that matter? We’re still just human, right?”

“Dragon mate?” Olivia said. “You said that earlier. What does that mean?”

Finley sighed. “I barely understand any of this and now I have to try and explain it to someone else.”

Syrena chuckled. “No worries. I got you.” She sat down on a chair backwards. “Hey, you’re Olivia Sawyer.”

Olivia managed a weak smile.

“I’m sorry. I’m a big fan. Super model with super curves. I buy everything you endorse.” Syrena shook her head. “I digress. So…finding out if one is a dragon mate before she’s even met her dragon…I’m not sure if it’s possible, but I’d like to try and cast a spell.”

Olivia cocked a brow. “A spell?”

“Oh, I’m a witch.”

“Oh sure.” Olivia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I shouldn’t be surprised by this.”

Syrena chuckled. “I swear once you get used to the whole idea of the supernatural, you’ll embrace it. Especially if your sister is right and you’re fated to be a dragon mate.”

“When you say ‘mate’ are you talking about like…”

Finley cut her off. “Let’s let Syrena do her spell and I promise I’ll explain everything I can.”

“All right.”

Syrena held out her palm. “Put your hand on mine, palm up, please.”

Olivia did as instructed. Her hand trembled.

“Clear your mind. Don’t think about anything or anyone. I just want you to go to your happy place. Think about the biggest walk in closet with all your favorite designers.”

Olivia smiled and wiggled in her seat for optimal comfort. “Now you’re talking.”

Syrena continued to say things in a soothing voice, almost like she was trying to hypnotize her. Then with a small needle, Syrena pricked her middle finger. Olivia didn’t seem to notice, still thinking about her happy place. The witch murmured some words under her breath that Finley couldn’t understand.

The room’s lighting seemed to dim and then grow brighter. Syrena continued to mutter words under her breath, her eyes were closed now, and Olivia remained still. Syrena reached behind her and produced a velvet bag. With her teeth and fingers she managed to open the bag. She gripped Olivia’s hand and rotated it until Olivia’s was in the bag.

“Pick one.”

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