With her eyes still closed, Amber healed some of her wounds, smiling at Treon’s words. They were a typical dragon statement. She couldn’t help wondering how hunters saw things and if the dragon overpowered what they were like.
By the time they reached Morgane and Jorn’s castle, the sun was well and truly up and Amber was barely conscious. She staggered when she clambered off Treon’s back.
Treon shapeshifted, scooping her up and striding towards the entrance with her.
“Put me down. I can walk.”
Treon looked her over, continuing to carry her. “You look like you need a wash.”
“I don’t suppose you have hot running water.”
“Not these days.” He changed direction, going around the castle instead of inside it.
“What are you doing?” Amber made a half-hearted attempt to get out of his arms. S
