Page 77 of The Dragon's Perfect Omega
"Don't be silly." I lightly punched his side. "I fell in love with you before I ever knew what your dragon form looked like."
"Then I guess I have nothing to worry about." He gazed into my eyes. "Let me make you some tea?"
"Okay," I found myself agreeing. My dragon was an adult and if this was the choice he wanted to make, who was I to stop him?
While Lowen went downstairs, I picked my phone up again, opened the messenger app and started tapping out a short text to my mother.
I'm better than I've ever been. Please don't call again for a while.
That was all I wrote before hitting Send. It was the life sign she'd asked for, and I wasn't willing to give her anything more at the moment. Maybe someday. But I had a feeling that day wasn't going to come soon. The hurt was too great, and I couldn't keep thinking about it. Not while my life was taking such interesting turns. I couldn't keep looking to the past. I wanted to look to the future now. With my dragon.
It took Lowen maybe ten minutes to come back upstairs, steaming mug in his hand. "Here you go," he said, handing it to me.
I eyes the dark liquid in the mug suspiciously. I hadn't forgotten that it was basically ash I was about to drink.
"What are you waiting for?" Lowen prodded me.
"I don't think I can drink it yet," I informed him with an amused huff. Seriously, dragons. "It needs to cool down or I'll burn my mouth."
"I forget how fragile you humans are," Lowen joked.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Just you wait. Soon you'll be stuck looking like one of us for a long time."
He shrugged. "Doesn't matter as long as I'm stuck with you." Taking the mug from me, he blew on it. A pensive look crossed his features. "You haven't changed your opinion on fate, have you?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "I might be a little more open to the idea than I used to be."
Lowen grinned at that before his expression turned serious again. "The high priestess thinks that our babies are going to be super powerful. That it's part of fate's plan for you to drink this tea and charge them up or something."
Really? I shot Lowen a skeptical look, picturing my babies in super-hero capes.
"I don't know if I believe it either," he added before I could say anything.
"I guess I don't really care if our babies are going to have magical abilities or anything," I said. "All I want is for them to be happy and healthy and able to choose their own fate. I hope that's not too much to ask."
"It's not." He handed me the mug back. "Drink your tea."
"Okay, okay." I chugged it back. The hot liquid still burned my throat a bit on the way down, but I could handle it. At least the pain distracted me from the horribly bitter, ashy taste.
Good thing I only had to take this 'medicine' once.
Almost as soon as I'd downed the tea, a warm, tingly feeling flow through my limbs, like raw energy pulsing through my veins. No, not raw energy.Magic.Was this what it felt like to be a dragon? I spread my arms in wonder, looking down on myself, but I didn't look different on the outside.
"How are you feeling?" Lowen asked.
"Great," I said, truthfully. The muscle aches I'd been putting up with all week were gone, and so was the constant fatigue and the pounding in the back of my head that had become so constant I'd forgotten what life felt like without it.
But what about Lowen?
"How doyoufeel?" I eyed him critically, but just like me, he didn't display any outward signs of change.
"I'm fine," he assured me. "It's a bit... weird."
"Weird?"
"Everything looks so different. Less colorful, I guess." He said it with a laugh, as if that could soften the truth of his statement; the way he saw the world had changed. It must feel like he'd given up one of his senses to support me.
Was it really worth the price?
