Ramon set me down on my feet, and I stretched.
"Well, that was a nice ride," I said, shutting my eyes as a cold wind momentarily graced my face.
The D-day had arrived, and Ramon had flown me out of the kingdom and to the intended destination.
The cave of fire.
"You know I think I'm ready to fly on your dragon form," I said to him. "The idea doesn't sound so scary anymore."
"That remains to be seen," he chuckled. "You know I stand by my word. My dragon is only summoned for combat."
"Well, that sucks."
"Do not be disheartened. In time, you will find your own dragon, and the desire to ride me will gradually be forgotten."
'Depends on what you mean by 'riding you.' ' I thought, a thick warmth surging up my cheeks. For a split second, the visual image of him below me, grabbing and squee
