draped between them. She had moved into the bathroom for he could no longer sense her presence. A moment later, and he heard the sound of rushing water.
He approached the door. She might have rigged it with her own form of magical alarm system—if she had, he’d be finding out soon.
He could hear her thoughts whispering against his temple. He watched in awe, as the door handle turned. The door swung inward—granting him access to her haven.
He wondered at the opportunity. She was a contradiction—and it troubled him to DRAGON’S HEART Marly Mathews 170
no end. They had only known each for a fraction of time when weighed against their immortal years, and yet; he could feel how right they were.
If they did cross into the territory of no return, they would stay together for the rest of their unnatural long lives.
‘ Dylan? ’
She called to him telepathically. The voice in his head was akin to that of a siren’s song. He had to fight it … he had to control the riotous emotions battling for domination inside of him. They were both consumed by the same passion—on one side, they knew they danced with folly—on the other hand, they wanted to drench themselves in that folly and luxuriate in it. They were playing with fire—and neither one of them cared if they got burned.
“Time is a thief—did you know that, Grania?” He spoke aloud, rather than using telepathic speech.
No answer.
The water still roared. He inclined his head to the side. Worry crept into his heart. Had sleep overwhelmed her before she could finish her shower?
The door wouldn’t budge when he tried the handle. He directed his index finger at it. A few bright sparks shot out, making the lock click open. He used his magic to move the door aside.
“Grania?” His words were of shallow comfort to him. His heart lodged in his
throat. The bathroom grew steamy not only from the heat of the water, but also from their combined ardor. “Grania?” He raised his voice, feeling uneasy at the frantic sound erupting in his voice. His eyes scanned the relatively small bathroom. Crammed into a tight space were a single tub, shower stall, sink and toilet. Steam furled through the air.
He felt suddenly sweaty and stifling.
She would have answered him by now—he felt as sure of that as he felt about his spells. Something was wrong. As his protector, she would have answered him even if she hadn’t wanted to. His eyes locked on the shower stall. He couldn’t see anything for the steam misted on the shower door.
“My love?” His heartbeat quickened again at the sound of the endearment
crossing his lips.
Summoning his magic, he effectively cleared the steam from the room. Fastening his eyes back on the shower stall, his heartbeat began racing in his chest. She stood frozen in the shower stall. Even though she remained upright, he knew there was something wrong with her. The water crashed over her—her flaming red hair drenched around her shoulders. She didn’t turn when he approached the shower. That added to his ill at ease feeling.
“Are you alright?”
She remained impassive and immobile. Had he somehow wandered into a
dream? Or was she truly struck down with something he could not detect?
He opened the glass door keeping him from stepping into the stall. Her
nakedness, - though a beautiful sight, didn’t not even deter him. So consumed by concern for her, he just wanted to touch her to tell himself that she was indeed sound in body.
She didn’t start when he gently gripped her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. Her vivacious green eyes were unusually lackluster. The dullness in her gaze DRAGON’S HEART Marly Mathews 170
made his heart do another dance up into his throat. His stomach twisted with unease.
“Grania—you must snap out of whatever trance you have been consumed by!” He
had his voice at a fevered pitch, unconsciously hoping that it would somehow will her awake.
His mind wandered back to what she had said
He approached the door. She might have rigged it with her own form of magical alarm system—if she had, he’d be finding out soon.
He could hear her thoughts whispering against his temple. He watched in awe, as the door handle turned. The door swung inward—granting him access to her haven.
He wondered at the opportunity. She was a contradiction—and it troubled him to DRAGON’S HEART Marly Mathews 170
no end. They had only known each for a fraction of time when weighed against their immortal years, and yet; he could feel how right they were.
If they did cross into the territory of no return, they would stay together for the rest of their unnatural long lives.
‘ Dylan? ’
She called to him telepathically. The voice in his head was akin to that of a siren’s song. He had to fight it … he had to control the riotous emotions battling for domination inside of him. They were both consumed by the same passion—on one side, they knew they danced with folly—on the other hand, they wanted to drench themselves in that folly and luxuriate in it. They were playing with fire—and neither one of them cared if they got burned.
“Time is a thief—did you know that, Grania?” He spoke aloud, rather than using telepathic speech.
No answer.
The water still roared. He inclined his head to the side. Worry crept into his heart. Had sleep overwhelmed her before she could finish her shower?
The door wouldn’t budge when he tried the handle. He directed his index finger at it. A few bright sparks shot out, making the lock click open. He used his magic to move the door aside.
“Grania?” His words were of shallow comfort to him. His heart lodged in his
throat. The bathroom grew steamy not only from the heat of the water, but also from their combined ardor. “Grania?” He raised his voice, feeling uneasy at the frantic sound erupting in his voice. His eyes scanned the relatively small bathroom. Crammed into a tight space were a single tub, shower stall, sink and toilet. Steam furled through the air.
He felt suddenly sweaty and stifling.
She would have answered him by now—he felt as sure of that as he felt about his spells. Something was wrong. As his protector, she would have answered him even if she hadn’t wanted to. His eyes locked on the shower stall. He couldn’t see anything for the steam misted on the shower door.
“My love?” His heartbeat quickened again at the sound of the endearment
crossing his lips.
Summoning his magic, he effectively cleared the steam from the room. Fastening his eyes back on the shower stall, his heartbeat began racing in his chest. She stood frozen in the shower stall. Even though she remained upright, he knew there was something wrong with her. The water crashed over her—her flaming red hair drenched around her shoulders. She didn’t turn when he approached the shower. That added to his ill at ease feeling.
“Are you alright?”
She remained impassive and immobile. Had he somehow wandered into a
dream? Or was she truly struck down with something he could not detect?
He opened the glass door keeping him from stepping into the stall. Her
nakedness, - though a beautiful sight, didn’t not even deter him. So consumed by concern for her, he just wanted to touch her to tell himself that she was indeed sound in body.
She didn’t start when he gently gripped her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. Her vivacious green eyes were unusually lackluster. The dullness in her gaze DRAGON’S HEART Marly Mathews 170
made his heart do another dance up into his throat. His stomach twisted with unease.
“Grania—you must snap out of whatever trance you have been consumed by!” He
had his voice at a fevered pitch, unconsciously hoping that it would somehow will her awake.
His mind wandered back to what she had said
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