Page 40 of To Match A Dragon's Fire

Her scent was fading, but my scent wrapped around hers as her body rested on my sheets.

“I need to touch her,” Catherine said as she bravely stepped into my space.

I forced myself back, loosening my hold but not letting go. “It’s her side.”

Too much blood. Too fast. Too fragile.

“It’s deep.” Catherine frowned as she probed the wound with deft fingers.

Ember cried out.

I roared.

The others in the room scrambled backward.

They’d never seen me like this.

I’d never seen me like this.

It was as if I was looking at a stranger from the outside while my beast tried to force my hand.

And it was because of him that I lowered my mouth to her side.

“Don’t,” Catherine warned, eyes blazing with fear. “She can’t take your venom.”

She can.I didn’t know if I’d spoken or if my dragon did.She was made to be mine.

13

Ember

Dragons and Pudding

I woke in a strange room on a strangely comfortable bed that smelled delicious, rocking a killer headache. It pained me to say it wasn’t the first time in my life I’d woken up like this.

But I didn’t bounce back like I used to, so it took a good minute of grogginess to wade through my throbbing head and piece together how I’d gotten here.

It was all blurry.

The lights had gone out. I’d been driving. The gunshot. Hearing Tony’s voice again. Nausea churned in my stomach and white-hot pain seared through my body.

I was dying.

“Careful. We need to let it work.” That voice was definitely not my ex’s. It was masculine and comforting and made me shiver despite the heat surrounding me.

It was scorching hot in this room.

My teeth started to chatter as I forced my eyes open. “Kieran?” I choked out. “What? Why?”

“You don’t remember?” He sighed, seeming almost grateful for some reason.

“Of course I remember,” I chittered. “The… The…”

The image of a flying beast towering over me. Scales of red and black. Golden claws. Massive wings.

My throat burned.

I swallowed past the dryness and whispered, “There was a dinosaur.”

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