Page 17 of The Dragon's Warlock

“You want to have a therapy session? If knowing my feelings really helps, I’m freaked. I don’t like haunted houses during Halloween and you expect me to walk into one in May?”

The man rolled his eyes. “I can tell you’re scared. When I asked what you felt, I meant the air and your surroundings. The dragon can sense things on a level your human side can’t. You two need to work together.”

Her dragon huffed in her mind, so she let her sense reach out using her inner dragon. “The air has a heaviness to it.”

“That’s good. She’s using a lot of magic to put a glamour spell on the place. It will keep people away who can’t see through it.” Gideon reached over to grab Diem’s hand. When their fingers brushed, he sent a shock through her system.

“What the hell was that?”

He ignored her question and gripped her hand. Gideon chanted something low. She couldn’t understand the words, but the longer he spoke, the more the air changed. It wasn’t as heavy. She could breathe better, and the darkness around the place lifted. She didn’t know what he’d done, but the fear of walking into the place went away.

When she glanced back at the small shop, it no longer looked like something out of a Stephen King movie. The white paint was crisp. Pink and yellow flowers lined the beds.

Gideon exited the car and walked over to her side. He held out his hand and helped her out. A woman walked out of the front door. Her hair was straight blond with pink streaks. She wore tight black pants and a pink top.

She glared at Diem before turning her smile to Gideon. “It’s been so long. I’ve missed you.”

Gideon squeezed my hand. “Can’t say the same, Ursula. When did you move to Georgia?”

The woman crossed her arms. “After you left me. My mother died, and I came to take care of the shop.”

“I never left you. We were never together.”

Ursula glared at Diem. “How could you bring that thing here?”

The dragon inside her didn’t like the way the woman was speaking, and she could feel the push to her skin.

“Do you really want to have it out? You will not disrespect Diem. We came to pick something up, but if you have nothing to sell, we’ll be on our way.”

“Come in.”

The way she said "come in" matched the way the house had looked when they first drove up. Diem hoped Gideon knew what he was doing because the woman didn’t seem to be trustworthy.

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