Dragon Lover by Karilyn Bentley

Author:Karilyn Bentley [Bentley, Karilyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Fantasy, Dragons
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2014-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Fafnir sat in the dragon-sized purification pool outside of the Temple, watching the water lap against his scales as weak light from the late morning sun washed him in thin warmth. Smoke from burning incense bathed him and he pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth in an attempt not to sneeze. He should be joining the acolyte who waved the incense stick in prayers. Instead his thoughts drifted to the upcoming ritual. To the spell his daughter would cast. To the remembrance of two feet instead of four, of flesh covering bones. To his mate.

Within the hour, Keara would cast the spell that would return him to human form, drain his magic, or kill him. Maybe all three. He hoped for the first option, keeping his magic intact, even if it meant never again covering himself in scales. Not having the ability to turn into a dragon was a price well paid. He’d spent enough time hiding behind scales and thick hide.

Time to reveal his true identity.

Fafnir shivered.

Within hours, hiding as a dragon would no longer be an option. What would Aryana say when she saw him? Bond with me?

He’d be lucky if she spoke to him at all. Not that he blamed her. If she’d been hiding under his snout for a month pretending to be someone else, her grand reveal would go over like a sack of stones. He’d forgive her. Eventually.

But would she ever forgive him?

To do so would mean giving up all she’d worked for, her dreams, her goal, the position of High Priestess. How could he ask that of her?

How could he not?

She might ask Ragnor to bond in her dream, but faced with him in real life she’d choose the priestesshood.

Fafnir sucked down a deep breath. Some things weren’t to be no matter how predicted.

He still wanted out of his scales. He needed to admit to his father he lived. Even if it killed him.

Which it very well might do.

The thought of meeting Alviss as Ragnor sent another head-to-toe shiver cascading through his body.

“Is the water temperature too cold?” The white-robed acolyte assigned to assist him in the purification bath stood to the side of the pool, concern written in her green gaze.

Concern for his current discomfort or upcoming ritual?

What did it matter? He had enough problems in his own head without worrying about hers.

The temperature is perfect. Thank you for your concern.

She nodded. “I’m glad you find it so. The air is a bit chilly and that makes keeping the pools at a pleasant temperature a little difficult. If you are finished with your prayers, I can call one of the priestesses to take you to where the ritual will be held.”

The ritual. The point of no return. Literally. If everything went as Keara expected it to, then he’d never experience the thickness of a dragon’s hide on a chilly morning again. He’d be forever locked in human form.

And he was complaining, why?

I am ready.

As ready as he’d ever be.

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