When I was sure Christopher was gone, I hurried back to Abernathy. He smacked his lips and opened one eye. "Awww, young love." He paused. "We both know it isn't real."
I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. It wasn't his place to say anything. After Dorian's kiss - the love that had surrounded me, filled me - I knew the dragon was right. But Dorian was dead.
"Love is dense," Abernathy continued.
I snorted; grateful I could jump on his unusually lousy comment. "That's romantic."
A laugh resounded in his throat. "What I mean is, real love, is more than what you see, what you feel, in the moment."
"Really?" I asked with thick sarcasm, but I was interested. It wasn't like I ever had someone to talk to about love.
"Certainly," he said with a wink. "Think about a lush forest, rich wit
