Page 24 of Edge of Darkness

The thunder rolled across the sky again. Only this time, it really did sound like a deep roar. Kit squinted. Wait. Was that…? There. Yeah. A dot on the horizon was coming his way. Something that was… flying? Flying low and fast.

No, no, there weretwodots. Two dots that were rapidly gaining in size. His heart started to pound. Two somethings were coming at him really, really fast through the air.

His heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing up, but he wasn’t afraid. That roar sounded again, and flames shot through the sky. Holyshit! They were dragons!

Oh dear God, they weredragons.

They barreled toward him, their massive wings beating hard. He could freaking wellhearthem.

There was nothing graceful about the brutally powerful creatures approaching him. He should be scared, right? Because they were massive, lizardly-looking creatures with huge bodies, long necks, and humongous wings. Oh, and a long fucking tail.

And they were coming straight for him. His hindbrain suggested that this might be a good time to get the hell out of Dodge because, you know, two dragons were bearing down upon him.

But instead of fear, a crazy sense of anticipation danced along his spine, which was nuts. Did he have absolutely no self-preservation? It seemed not.

And if this dream wasn’t already weird enough, and it most definitely was weird, the wind picked up, whispering to him—

Magic.

Come to us.

Be our one and only.

Do you dare?

Fated.

Because of course it did.Wind whispering some of the words fromDark Horsewas perfectly normal, right? It promised things as the two massive dragons circled high above him. Things Kit desperately wanted. He stared up at the dragons circling above him—the red dragons.

They were magnificent. He also noticed that one was definitely much larger than the other as they twirled and rolled, showing off their acrobatic moves on the breeze. It was as if they were showing off for him.

Then the moon’s light began to fade due to a sudden rush of clouds. The dragons cried pitifully to him.

Choose. But know that there’s no going back when you do.

“No! Don’t! Don’t go!” Kit screamed. Now the fear thatshouldhave been there earlier flooded him. “Please!” They were going to leave him, and he didn’t want that. Never that. His soul hurt.

The dragons roared again.

Kit stood on the edge of darkness, watching as the dragons slowly disappeared. Sadness pierced his chest.

Choose. CHOOSE!

KIT’S EYES snapped open, and he jackknifed up in bed. His heart was racing, he wanted to cry, and the urge to… to dosomethingwas a screaming demand in his head.

Dreaming. He’d been dreaming about… dragons? Yeah, dragons. Two of them. It was right there on the edge of his consciousness, but it was quickly fading. But the memory of red dragons circling above him stood out in his mind.

Shit. Was he crying? Or just sweaty? He swiped at his face and stared at his fingers. They were wet, and his nose was stuffy. He flopped back into bed, his hand on his chest.

His mouth was dry, his head hurt, and dammit, he needed to dosomething. He couldn’t shake that feeling. It hammered at him, that need.

Glancing over at the alarm clock, he groaned. “Are you kidding me?”

Fuck if he was getting up at five on a Saturday morning. Closing his eyes, he demanded his body to go back to sleep.

Forty minutes later he was in the kitchen, madder than a wet hen and fixing himself some coffee. That was absolutely the last time he watchedGame of Thronesbefore he went to bed.

CHAPTER SEVEN –HUDSON

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