Page 49 of The Dragon 2
"You were not."
She backed up some more. "I must go."
"You must stay."
She lifted her hand. "Please, leave. I do not want to hurt you."
He smiled. "Try."
“What?”
“Try to hurt me.”
“B-but. . .”
“Do it.”
Fear surged with instinct, and soon her palms burned cold. Fast, she threw a blast of ice toward him.
He vanished.
What? Where did he go?!
Then a whisper came by her. "Good try, little one."
She shrieked and stumbled forward. When she turned around, he stood only three feet away from her and those golden eyes glowed brighter.
His long hair shifted in a wind that didn’t exist. And gods, the scent around him—jasmine, stormwater, flame.
He smelled like Korin.
He’s connected to the dragon somehow. But what could link a man to a dragon?
"Your fragrance," his voice twisted along her spine, "It reminds me of a powerful creature that I have not seen for over a hundred years.”
“Y-you have lived longer than a hundred years?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“It is my way.”
“What way?”
“I wonder. . .could you be. . ."
"I-I don’t know what you are talking about."
"You were not born here, so. . .whofoundyou?"
She flinched. "I’m not to tell that story."
"But you will for me." He leaned his head to the side. "You will because you have always been curious to knowwhoyou are andwhatyou are. And from my smelling this kingdom. . .you are the only one here who looks like you. Am I correct?"
She trembled.
"Who found you and how?"
