Page 78 of A Fate In Moonstone

Falling asleep was easy while I listened to his steady breaths despite still nervous about what would happen once I let go.

Turns out, my mate really doesn’t lie.

Instead of nightmares flooding my subconscious.

I was flying as a dragon.

Chapter Forty-Three

Blue and black wings spread wide, flapping, soaring my massive body through the clouds, and across the lake behind Crystoria’s palace.

The water was so clear with my dragon vision. I could see every creature’s body signature swimming around in its depths.

I wish this dream was real.

Feeling the wind rush over my scales, coasting through the damp clouds, and past the mountains where two crescent peaks came together.

I was free.

My core tapped inside my massive skull. A feeling, a knowing sensation that I was meant to be here in this place right now.

Turning around, I flew back to those mountains and narrowed my sight. The very essence in my blood hummed the closer I got.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

A steady beat echoed in my ears, like that of a heart pumping in the land.

There.

There.

There, the voice in my head said.

Nothing stood out in the mountains, but perhaps it was the angle, and I needed to be on ground level.

The shift came easily as I landed between those twin peaks.

Dream powers were amazing. I didn’t feel the cracking of bones at all.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

“What a clever little gem you are,” Verin’s voice called from behind. I spun around, my hands out, ready for an attack.

The nightmare portion of the dream had finally arrived.

“What are you doing here?” I asked before noticing a petite woman standing next to him. She was pale, with pointed features, and long black hair. She looked familiar, but I’d swear we’d never met.

Verin tilted his head to the side, a terrifying grin growing on his face.

“I was waiting for you to find the Heart Tree for me, and you did. I knew you’d be useful to me one day.”