Page 13 of Her Fierce Dragon
“We’re in a place where no one can touch us. This is an interdimensional space that you have created. Only our minds are here, our bodies are as we imagine them to be here. You’ve freed your mind and transitioned into your super-consciousness and brought me to you,” Delia informed her. She placed her hands on Willow’s shoulders and smiled down at her.
Willow wrapped her arms around her grandmother, trying to hold back her tears. She knew they wouldn’t have much time together.
“I did as you said and went to Westwend and found Feno Kelmyar as you directed. He’s helping me,” Willow said.
“The dragon is good for you, Willow. The two of you belong together. His power is your conductor, he balances your energy. He’s your other half, my darling.” She smiled, easing back from Willow. “With the two of you merging your powers, you’re using your third eye to reach me.”
Willow blushed, not wanting to tell her that Feno and her had quickly moved through their relationship.
Delia pulled back and laughed. “No need for shyness. You’re a grown woman with needs, and if I know Feno the way I do, I’m sure he will have no problem taking care of your needs.”
“Wait. You and him?—”
“Never.” Delia shook her head, sensing where Willow was going. “He’s a dragon warrior who has been searching for his mate and he’s found it in you. The merging of your powers is proof alone that you two complete each other.”
“We can have this talk when you return,” Willow interjected. “Where are you? How can I find you? Who has you?”
That was more important. She would gladly speak of mating once her grandmother was home safe.
“You were right to be leery of the elders. After you left, the doorbell rang, and I assumed it was you returning. But when I opened the door, men rushed into the house and took me. They reeked of alcohol and shifters. I believe they were rogues.”
Willow could feel the spell weakening.
“Do you know where you are?” she asked, desperate to find her.
“Not sure, but if I had to guess, I’d say somewhere in the mountains. My ears kept popping from the altitude. I heard mention of Westwend, so I know I’m not that far from you.”
“I’ll find you. I promise,” Willow cried out, then everything went black.
Willow’s body fell against a strong chest. The familiar arms held her to him as she tried to catch her breath.
“I got you.” Feno’s breath blew against her ear.
She opened her eyes and saw Sunny staring at her in awe.
“That was amazing,” Sunny breathed. “Did you reach her?”
Willow nodded, but the energy spent from reaching her grandmother left her feeling a little weak.
“She’s here in Westwend. She said some type of shifters have her.” Willow closed her eyes and leaned back against Feno.
“Did she say where she was?” Feno asked gently. His fingertips brushed the bare skin of her legs as he tried to help her settle down.
“She thinks she’s in the mountains. She said the elevation kept messing with her ears.”
“I’ll go and see what I can find out,” Sunny offered, scrambling to her feet.
Willow opened her eyes and nodded her thanks to the other witch.
“You know how to contact me.” Feno’s deep voice rumbled against her chest.
Sunny nodded and grabbed her bag before jogging back into the woods.
“I think you’ve proven yourself to her. Sunny is a good woman. She’ll spread the word to the other covens of your innocence.”
Willow nodded, but at the moment, she couldn’t think of anything but the feel of Feno behind her. As a witch, her powers were drawn from the elements—earth, wind, water, and fire. Using her energy and powers to help unlock her third eye left a fire burning in the pit of her stomach.
She’d read in her studies that when mates merged their energies with one another, it led to a heightened sexual appetite for the witch. If her mate was one with extreme power, it caused the craving to be even more intense.
