Bonded to the Dragon by Kara Lockharte

Author:Kara Lockharte
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Smartia Publishing

I landed on my ass in the most painful way possible. Above me, a ninja raised his sword. I instinctively brought my arms up to block, even knowing that it would be useless.

“Alligator enchiladas!”

Immediately, the ninja froze, its blade a fraction of an inch above my bare forearm.

“Tired now, are you?” said Zoe. “The true warrior—”

“Oh, shut up.” I sat up. My ribs ached, my legs ached, and my head felt as if I had tiny gnomes running wild and drilling random holes into my skull. I was tired; I had meditated and gone through martial-arts exercises designed to control my magic with my breathing.

The ninja disappeared.

“Well you have done, my apprentice.”

I looked at my hands, at the smoky dark tendrils that I could now call forth at will.

Sophie’s program might have sort of kind of worked.

“I still don’t know where I brought the Devourer,” I said out loud. “I can’t even go back to that place.”

“A requirement may be a living, sentient being on the verge of death,” said Zoe.

My forearm prickled with a pins-and-needles sensation as I absorbed the dark smoke back into my skin.

“That's enough for now.” I was getting tired of this space wizard voice and the strange way it convoluted sentences. “I just want to be left alone.”

The screen disappeared. I crawled over to the futon on the floor that I’d pulled out of the closet during another training exercise and flopped backward.

To my surprise, the futon was quite comfortable. I closed my eyes.

I heard footsteps in the hallway. A door opened and closed. Water started running.

I blinked.

Probably Grant.

Taking a shower.

I had seen hints of his flesh, his naked skin, a flash of the rippling muscles underneath that ridiculous white suit he had been so intent on wearing everywhere.

I imagined the water running down the rivulets along all his masculine lines along his arms and down the shallows and contours of his back. How would he react if I skimmed my fingers along the planes of his chest, down to the ladder of his abs?

I could almost imagine the touch of his skin on my fingertips. I shuddered at the strangely tangible feeling and tried to brush it away.

The strange sensation only traveled inward to my wrists.

I shook my hand, but the touch only moved up, along my inner arm, hot on my skin.

Oh shit. Grant still had my ring on.

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