Page 29 of Klaus

“I doubt it,” I snorted. “I’d think Alan would be. Or Dallas, or Tamhas. Not me.”

“Yes, you.” His voice had gone soft, like a caress, and I allowed it to wash over me for the briefest, sweetest of moments.

“Why?” I whispered, still facing the stone.

“Because…”

I held my breath when he hesitated. What was he about to say? What did I want him to say?

He cleared his throat. “Mary had an idea she wanted me to share with you. She suggested you imagine yourself shifting, imagining it as clearly as possible with every detail precise as can be, and see if your dragon responds to that images. It’s better than doing nothing.”

My heart sank. The moment, if there’d been one at all, was over.

I looked over my shoulder to thank him.

He was gone, having silently slipped away.

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