“What the…? Fibro what?” I was slack-jawed. This guy was officially loony. “You’re telling me I’m a dragon but my mom still died of cancer? Shouldn’t my magic have savedher?”
Logan clenched his jaw in anger as he sensed my doubt. “I know it’s hard to believe, but yes, the humans need dragon magic to survive. It’s our duty to keep them alive and healthy. We are their protectors. We’re bound to them. I have been holding magic for humanity, alone, for so long. Well, I was … now I haveyou.”
Those four words,Now I have you, made my dragon purr, and without warning I stepped up closer to him, the heat rising in my belly, my dragon coming forward. I thought it would freak him out but he didn’t move. His eyes went to slits; breathing in and out deeply, he was nearlypanting.
I ached to touch him, to see how those rock-hard muscles would feel in my hands. What the hell was I doing? I barely knew this guy … and yet my eyes fell to his lips. What would it be like to kiss him? The throbbing heat in my belly reached critical mass and I knew there was only one thing that would make it ease. Logan was just standing there frozen, waiting for me to dosomething.
I cleared my throat, trying to stay on topic. If I could just keep talking I would be okay. “Alright, if our brand of magic is so healing and powerful, then why was I injured for so long?” I indicated myshoulder.
He looked at the spot where my shoulder had been hurt and reached out to touch it, but thought better of it, pulling his handback.
“I don’t know.” He offered a slight grin. “You’re …broken.”
I rolled my eyes. “Gee,thanks.”
He chuckled and I nearly reached out to touch his beard, to see how the scruff would feel under my nails. Damn this guy and his intoxicatingsmile.
“I’m kidding,” he said. “Sort of. Your dragon magic is different. It took two blood infusions from me to get your shoulder to heal while you were sleeping. It’s like … your magic hasn’t awoken yet orsomething.”
Neither of us moved. We were still incredibly close to each other to be having a normal social conversation, so I stepped back a foot and sat down on the stool. It took a lot of restraint, and my dragon nearly roared at me for doingit.
He looked at me as if trying to figure me out. “A redheaded female skyborn. I’ll be damned. Marcus would roll over in hisgrave.”
I fingered my long hair. “Who’sMarcus?”
His voice grew solemn. “Marcus was my mentor. Had a thing for redheads. He and I were the last skyborn alive until…” His face sagged and Iknew.
I knew a thing or two about death. People tried to relate and tell their own stories surrounding their experience with death, but nothing could soothe that ache. Nothing came close to your own personal story. “I’m sorry,” was all I offered, and henodded.
I ticked off all of the supernatural freaks on my fingers, “Okay, so we have skyborn, AKA Dragons.Earthborn…”
He smiled. “Earthbound.”
“Whatever. The earthbound are the druids. And then you have animal shifters? Anything else?” Three supernatural races were enough forme.
He reached out and pulled a fourth finger from my curled fist. “Sorcerers. The most populated of all the races, although most are extremely watered down with humanDNA.”
I dropped my hand and exhaled the breath I had been holding. “Sorcerers? Like witches?Damn.”
He nodded. “The animal shifters are the second most rare of the supernatural species. Second to us ofcourse.”
I swallowed hard, trying to absorb this information. “Ofcourse.”
“There used to be over a thousand shapeshifter species, but they were a part of the Fae-line, which has now died out. Now there’s only a couple dozen species and they are all animals from thisworld.”
This world. And Fae. He saidFae.
“This world?” I cleared my throat because my voicecracked.
He looked me up and down, seemingly sizing up what I could handle. I grit my jaw and was sure to give him my best big girl look before he spoke. “A long time ago, magical creatures only existed in the land of Faery … a world that contained all of the magic you have read about in fairytales.”
I scratched my neck, trying hard to believe what he was saying. “Okay.” Maybe I was still asleep and dreaming, because this soundedloony.
“Until one day, the queen of Faery found a tear in the fabric between the two worlds. She came to Earth and fell in love with ahuman.”
I leaned forward, suddenly hanging on everyword.
“She slowly began sending Fae to Earth and letting humans into Faery. Fae and humans started falling in love, having families. She wanted a world where we could allcoexist.”
