A motion at the far end of the room caught her eye, and she drew her hand to her mouth to suppress a cry of astonishment. In an almost perfect reflection of her dream, Eben knelt, naked, between the thighs of a rigid statue of a beautiful woman. The figure was so much more than a woman, though. She had lavender skin that hinted at a scaled texture and majestic horns extended from her forehead, coiling back behind her. Sprouting from her back like sails were a pair massive wings.
Before Camille’s eyes, the lavender dragon-woman shimmered as though the light had changed, but there had been no shift in the ambient lights of the room. Camille heard Eben groan as he latched his lips onto one bare, stone breast. In the most surreal of motions, his hips seemed to sink against the statue like he’
