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Zoey’s nostrils flared. “So, what you’re saying is that the research Edgar has done all these years has been in an attempt to find evidence that dragons once existed?”

“Yes.”

She gave a scoffing snort. “I don’t believe it. He’s far too levelheaded to believe in mythical creatures like dragons, let alone spend his life looking for evidence of their existence.”

“Is he?”

“Of course he is.” She gave a derisive shake of her head. “There’s also the point that they don’t, nor did they ever, exist,” she added dryly before giving him a concerned look. “You don’t believe in them too, do you? Because dragons are up there on the mythology scale with unicorns and Bigfoot.”

“Are they?”

“Yes!”

Hunter didn’t give himself time to consider whether or not what he did next was a good idea. Instead, he allowed his dragon the freedom to justbe.

The result, if he said so himself, was spectacular!

CHAPTER SIX

Zoey felt allthe blood drain from her head, leaving her lightheaded as she stared up at the silver dragon that had suddenly appeared in front of her.

She continued to stare at it as she took several hurried steps backward before tripping over her own feet and falling onto the cold sand, having gone into full fight-or-flight mode and erring completely on the side of flight.

She managed to support herself by putting her hands flat on the sand behind her and pushing hard with her feet as she scrambled back until she was several feet away from the rampant thirty-foot-tall silver dragon as it dropped onto all four of its clawed feet mere feet in front of her.

It had large and majestic wings stretched out at its sides, with spikes on its head and along its spine, and a long tail flicked from side to side behind it.

Zoey knew her heart was beating too loudly and too fast.

Her breathing was merely a wheeze as her lungs seemed to have seized up.

The freezing of her body owed absolutely nothing to the coldness of the January air.

Because there’s a thirty-foot-tall silver dragon now standing in front of me!

A dragon!

Adragon!

The same mythical creature Zoey had, seconds ago, scorned as not existing!

“You, of all people, have nothing to fear from me.”

Oh dear God, it wasn’t just a mythical dragon. It was atalkingone!

Because Zoey had no doubt that deep and reverberating voice she’d heard had come from way down within the dragon’s huge chest before being growled from between those two rows of razor-sharp teeth lining its cavernous mouth.

Teeth that looked capable of ripping her apart before swallowing down those bloody pieces as if she had never existed.

Except Zoey’s levelheadedness told her there couldn’t be a thirty-foot-tall silver dragon standing in front of her. That they didn’t exist, nor had they ever.

Did that mean she was having some sort of psychotic episode where she wasimaginingshe was seeing a dragon?

Possibly because of what Hunter had told her? Or perhaps as a result of the strain of the last week after Ben had died so suddenly? Or, according to Hunter Drake, after Ben was murdered?

Talking of which…

Hunter was responsible for having somehow pulled her into this delusion, so where the hell was he when she obviously needed him to pull her out of it again?

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