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Her hand rests on my arm, and I look up at her.
“Can you cure it?”
I don’t answer her. Instead, I turn back to the book and keep turning pages until I come across the one that scares me more than anything else in the world.
&
nbsp; “Draco febricitantem.” I point to the page. It has a crude drawing of a dragon shifter with sores covering his belly. Next to the picture, it lists the symptoms, in order:
Fever.
Seizures.
Heart pain.
“Draco febrici…” Her voice trails off.
“It means Dragon Fever.”
“Donald?”
“I’ve only seen it once before. I was in Asia. It was a remote village and there was only one patient still alive when I got there.”
“Did you save him?” Her voice is a whisper and holds the slightest sliver of hope.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head.
“Is there a cure?” She says, refusing to be turned down. Not when she’s this close, I realize. To her, this is everything. To her, this is her family, her heart. Natalie needs her father. He saved her and took her in, raised her as his own child. Not many adults would be brave enough to love a random child as their own. Her father, though? He not only loved her, but he protected her. Cared for her. Did everything for her.
He made sure she was just as strong and fast and smart as any dragon child in the clan.
“There’s a cure,” I told her. “But we’re going to have to take a little trip.”
“To where?” She asks.
“Dragon Isle.”
Chapter Ten
Natalie
“Dragon Isle?” I find myself asking. “I mean, I know what it is. I know where it is, but why there?”
“I have most of the ingredients we need for the medication,” he says. “But there’s one plant I do not have and it’s native to that damn island.”
“So, what, the cure to this is just growing on Dragon Isle?”
“Yep.”
“What’s the catch?”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s always a catch, Donald. So what’s the deal with this plant? Is it surrounded by bees? Guarded by sharks? Do we have to fight through the Dragon Isle Clan before we actually get to the fucking leaves?”
“Um, no,” She tells me. “We just have to hurry and it’s a,” I look at the clock on the wall. “Day’s flight there, plus a day’s journey back.”
“My father…”
