Page 38 of The Dragon 2
But Sol’s power didn’t ask permission.
It didn’t follow rules.
It burst.
Itclaimed.
And it left her trembling with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
I must get control of myself before I go home.
She dropped to a crouch, pressing her palm to the ground as if the soil might soothe her or steady her—but instead, a trail of frost bloomed beneath her fingers, spiderwebbing along the rocks, sticks, and dirt.
No. No. Someone could see.
She pulled her hand back quickly and the frost began to fade, melting.
That was too close.
Again, she checked the sky to make sure Korin did not come back.
Her heart thundered in her chest.
The cinder clouds had begun to thin, stars peeking through the veil of smoke. But no mighty wings cut the air. No treacherous roar trembled the sky. No massive threatening shadow loomed in wait.
Still, her breath caught.
What if he returns? Would I have the strength to stop him again?
The memory of the moment their powers touched—his fire dying under her frost, her core lighting under his gaze—made her thighs tense with a now-familiar ache.
She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to contain it, but the chill of her own power still crackled at her fingertips.
She could still feel him.
Still smell him—wild jasmine, stormwater, and flames.
Still see the gold-lit hunger in his huge dragon eyes.
Yes. He was scary, but. . .he was so. . .magnificent too. . .Is it wrong to think this way?
She curled her hands into fists, fighting the urge to touch herself, to chase that strange, unbearable wave of satisfaction to its peak. But her body still ached, still glowed, still wanted.
It terrified her.
The pleasure.
The hunger.
Because what if this was the beginning of losing herself?
She bit her bottom lip, teeth sinking in until she tasted copper.
Breathe. Control. Hide.
Her father’s words came back again, laced in dread and love.
“If they ever find out about your magic, Sol. . .if theytrulysee what you are, they’ll take you. You’ll never come home again.”
