In the Dragon's Arms

I can feel Korran holding onto my mind. It’s almost like I’m laying on top of him and his arms are wrapped around me, holding me protectively.

‘Always so accurate in your descriptions of me,’ he says softly in my mind and begins purring gently.

‘What happened? I feel … strange. Dizzy.’

‘The Chief apparently has a son no one knew about. He attacked you. He …”

I feel Korran’s anger, his fear for me,