Page 9 of The Dragon's Stone Hearted Mate
“That answers that question,”I said to my dragon.
“Is it wrong to say that’s sort of awesome?” Cutter asked. “Not the dying part. My condolences but that crystal shop part.”
“No, it is sort of awesome. Shelly would’ve loved it and before you say it – yes, Sherry and Shelly. We heard it all the time. Even our names belonged together. We were chosen mates, though. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll meet my true-mate and have fifty kids.” Sherry laughed at her own joke, but the laughter didn’t reach her eyes.
Yep. Everyone here was running around like a headless chicken trying not to be sad. I wasn’t even sure I was sad. I was fed up and it was all bloody pointless. Maybe I needed to try harder. Maybe one of these people knew the purpose of all of this or at least had a way for me to forget for a while.
Sherry left us at the door of Cabin Three and waved to us as she scurried down the path to the middle of the camp and disappeared from sight.
“Maybe she’s a cheetah,”my dragon commented as Cutter stared at Pinky.
Just as Sherry promised, the statue stood off to the side of the cabin in shades of pink, white, and black all swirled together.
“That’s one polished man,”my dragon chuckled to himself.“Horns, tail, and abs. Go behind him. I want to see his rock butt.”
“Uh, no. How about we don’t? Let’s just get inside and get this over with. It’s strange, isn’t it? That they put us in the samecabin as Cutter. Usually, they don’t mix alphas and omegas together.”
“The camp isn’t that big. It’s a small group. Besides, Chole probably promised them we wouldn’t ravish anyone or something like that,”he shrugged a massive shoulder inside his inner sanctum.
I thought about how it would be if I exchanged places with him as I walked into the cabin. Most of the time he got to travel around his own landscape that seemed to grow and shrink to fit his needs. The scenery changed to suit him too. At the moment, he lounged on a boulder in the sunlight. I hadn’t swallowed a star. So I had no idea where the sunlight came from.
“From where everything comes from,”he shrugged again.“If you’re not going to let me see his butt, I might take a nap.”
Chapter Six
Rho
Camp Air
A strange, sad lion stared at me. He was short for a lion and a bit skinny too. Sherry’s always reminding campers that it’s rude to tell people to eat a sandwich, but I’d give him a whole feast if it would resolve that hungry look he carried around. A tall, dark-haired dragon unlocked the door to the cabin and the lion faded away. He was still there. At least I think he was. It’d been a long time since any of the fleshy weirdos drew my attention enough to cause me to forget what I was doing.
Dragons weren’t uncommon sights around the crying camp. I’d even had a few false alarms over the years believing that someone wasmydragon finally returning to me. Still, this draw --- This need to turn my stone to flesh to touch him--- It was more than it had been with any of the others. I tried to shift myself forward for a better look as he walked into the cabin.
Thud.
That wasn’t my smartest choice.
“GET IT OFF ME!” The lion cried out.
Who was on him? What was on him? I couldn’t see anything from this new face down position.
“WHY ARE YOU UNDER --- HOLD ON!” Someone shouted and a second later I was upright again, staring into startled, slightly annoyed draconic eyes. This was him! This was my dragon or at least the man my dragon now lived inside of! I leaned forward again, he caught my stone stomach with a hand and yelled for the bubbly rabbit woman. Whenever she was around predatory shifters, she wore that smelly spray, but I’dseen her shift. She was a fluffy little bunny rabbit with long ears and soft-looking grey fur.
“It fell on me out of nowhere!” The lion grumbled as Sherry helped him up.
My dragon still had his hand against my stomach. Could he feel my stone heart beating? Did he know who I was? Of course he didn’t. He had died at least once, and dragons used their noses for such thing. They didn’t possess the innate knowledge that those of us made from stone did. If I was correct this time, I’d be flesh soon enough.
“Pinky’s never fallen over before,” Sherry frowned at me. “Maybe he wanted to give you a hug.”
“No more hug’s, dude,” my dragon said.
Oh, how I longed to open my mouth and tell him everything that had happened since I last saw him! I could tell him about the worlds coming undone and being knit back together by some unseen cosmic force. I could regale him with all the stories I’d collected from the folks who passed through the camp. Then, I’d do so much more than merely hug him. I’d devour him with my hands and mouth. I’d taste every last inch of his skin and scales before lowering myself onto ---
Shit!
I fell over again. As soon as he took his hand away, I toppled over, filled with the urgent need to follow him.
“Maybe we should lay him down,” my dragon suggested, and I had a list of places and things he could do to me once he laid me down.
