Ember
“Isn’t she magnificent?” Killian murmurs.
“Dude, she’s a fire dragon. It’s kind of what they do.”
“Yeah, but just look at her,” he says, his voice full of the overwhelming admiration that I’m becoming accustomed to from with my new rider.
It feels good to use my fire the way I want to again, not the way Merellien wanted me to. In Tana’s fire class, I can stretch my skill and not have to worry about harming anyone. Everyone here is either a fire dragon or a fire dragon’s mate.
It also feels good when Killian compliments me, which he does all the time. Unlike Merellien who wanted to show me off, Killian is in awe of me and what I can do. I also know from being in his mind that he thinks I’m the most beautiful, intelligent, and amazing woman he’s ever met. He’s thrilled to be mated
