Page 45 of Vicar
Chapter Nineteen
THE MORE TRINITY andVicar watched the memory of their tiny dragons getting to know each other, the more they remembered. Almost as if witnessing the memory pulled back a veil. Their dragons had been talking for some time now, and Trinity’s tiny self seemed much more relaxed.
So relaxed that she finally took a few tentative steps toward Vicar.
“I intend to remain right where I am until you’re comfortable,” Vicar said softly, almost as if he feared interrupting their tiny dragons if he talked any louder.
It turned out he was right because tiny Vicar never moved until she made it all the way to the edge of the bed a few steps at a time.
“So this is your lair?” tiny Trinity asked, at last poking her head out from under his bed. “It’s awfully big.”
“Well, of course.” Vicar moved back, giving her more space. “I’m going to grow into it someday.”
“Really?” Her eyes widened at the cave, then him. “You’ll have to eat an awful lot of rocks.”
Vicar laughed and shook his head. “No, that’s only if I wanted to make baby dragons.” He thought about it. “I’ve never seen males turn rocks into babies, though.”
She shrugged. “Maybe they don’t.”
“Maybe not,” he agreed.
“We had a lot of conversations in this cave,” Vicar realized, baffled. “I didn’t remember any of them until now.”
“Me either.” Trinity shook her head, considering it. “But we were really young.” She eyed her tiny self as she finally came out from under Vicar’s bed. “Both times.”
He nodded slowly, catching what she had just caught. Tiny Trinity hadn’t been born on Earth or Midgard yet, so like Jade, she must have found her way back. When she did, this was where she traveled first.
“You were completely wiped from my memory.” Vicar pulled her close like he didn’t want her vanishing again. “Because this wasn’t a lair I ever utilized. Or so I thought.”
Yet it was clearly their lair rather than the Alfheim cave.
“Why?” Her brows bunched. “I know you said it didn’t suit you, but there must’ve been a reason.”
“Honestly?” Vicar shook his head. “I don’t really know. My dragon just wasn’t drawn to it.” He mulled it over. “If anything, my inner beast had an aversion to it.”
“Because of me?” she wondered, gesturing at tiny Vicar showing tiny Trinity around the vast cave.
