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She waited.
I sighed.
“Elodie.”
“Alright, fine. I met a dragon shifter.”
Her eyebrows lifted.
“I guess we’re soulmates.” I tried to remember all of the BS August had spewed to my friends when he gave them the closest explanation to the truth that he could manage. “Maybe. Potentially soulmates. We’re stuck together for the next few weeks as we wait for the bond to either break or become permanent.”
Her eyebrows shot higher. “Tell me you’re kidding.”
“I think I know better than to kid about supernaturals at this point, mom.”
Her shock slowly faded to a pinched, uncertain worry. “What exactly does this consist of?”
“He took me flying yesterday. On his back, in the sky. It was incredible,” I admitted. “The wind in my hair, the mountains below us… I’ve never done anything like it.”
“That’s great, but you know it isn’t what I’m talking about.”
“I know.” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’m living with him. In his cabin, in the woods. It’s beautiful here, and he’s very respectful. He didn’t want this any more than I did, but we’re dealing with it as well as we can.”
“His name?”
“August.”
“I want to meet him.”
“Mom,” I protested. “I?—”
The bedroom door opened, and August came striding in. He didn’t remark on my choice of bedroom, but came over to sit down beside me. He put his hand on my thigh to give me relief from heat’s effect, and I reluctantly handed him the phone.
He held it in front of him like he’d done so a hundred times. “Hello, Mrs. Jacobs.”
His voice was respectful, and his expression was a pleasant neutral.
“You’re a dragon?” my mom didn’t beat around the bush.
“I am. I’m sure you can see the fire in my eyes right now. It’s a product of our potential mate bond.”
My mom nodded, though she did so reluctantly.
“The mating process is always chaperoned among dragons, so my brother and another male shifter are outside the house right now. I can show you where they are, if it would comfort you.”
“It would.”
August stood again, squeezing my thigh before he strode away.
He was back a few moments later, said goodbye to my mom, and gave me back my phone.
She looked slightly less worried when she was on the screen again.
“So, not to change the subject, but I need to try some kind of unscented shampoo and conditioner. I guess shifters have sensitive noses.”
Her worry gave way to interest all of the sudden.
She loved talking about hair products.
