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“Shift?” Jori’s brain was a haze, he felt like he was lost in a cloud of marijuana smoke. “What does that mean?”
“Into dragon form.”
Laughter burst from Jori’s throat. The strain of the last few weeks finally snapping. “This isn’t real. You guys are fucking shitting me,” he laughed.
Odson sighed.
The queen bore an expression of patience, while the speaker and the others in the room looked on him with pity.
He reigned in his laughter and let his gaze finally turn to Kymri. She had a soft smile on her face. Raising their linked hands between them, she kissed his fingers, “We’re not, Jori.”
He dropped her hand. The chair he’d been sitting on scraped back across the floor as he jumped to his feet. “I’ve lost my fucking mind,” he muttered. “All of this—all of it is fucking crazy.”
Kymri slowly got to her feet, putting herself directly in front of him, so that he was forced to look down into her face. Into her eyes.
“Jori,” she whispered, “it’s real.” She turned to the head of the table, “Your Majesty; may I? I’ll bring him back, as I suspect there’s more to this story that needs to be told.”
“There is,” Odson said.
The queen nodded.
“Come on, this won’t take long,” she said to Jori, linking her hand with his again and tugging him toward the door.
He let her.
“I saw dragons from my prison,” he mumbled.
“Okay,” she said.
Okay?
She led him back toward the courtyard he’d walked through before with his escorts between the main tower buildings and his prison. “You wait here.” She pushed him to sit on a stone bench, then turned and walked to the center of the green space and began to undress.
What the hell was she doing? His body reacted to the sudden shift from what his brain was struggling to accept to the simplicity of physical desire. Her top dropped from her shoulders and there were no other thoughts. His cock jerked in his pants, and he was on his feet and moving toward her.
She waved a finger at him, “Sit.” she stopped stripping until he did as she commanded.
His gaze slid around the large open space, wondering if anyone was watching them.
She kicked off the rest of her clothing and stepped back from the pile at her feet.
“Ready?”
Hell yeah, this was rational—well, stripping in the middle of a courtyard was far more rational than anything that had come out of the last hour. “Yes.”
The space in front of Kymri wavered like old glass panes, obscuring his view of her glorious naked form. He blinked. Her hands moved to her abdomen. There was a swirl of air rushing and color wavering and making her shape look as though she were melting and reforming, growing.
He blinked again and a razor-toothed dragon towered over him in her place, large luminescent eyes focused on him.
His breath went out of him. Jesus fucking Christ.
Chapter 14
Kymri held her breath against the discomfort in her abdomen from the pressure of the encased child in her womb—and in lieu of Jori’s reaction to her dragon form.
Slowly, she drew in a steady breath, inhaling him. He smelled of his own distinct musk that attracted her to him, the scent of the alcohol the queen had given him, and raw emotions. There was a little fear, quickly buried under excitement.
She could hear the shake of his breath and the pounding of his heart. He was on his feet, but he hadn’t moved away from her, nor toward her.
