Claire stared at Roy. The darkness of his skin, which made the blood harder to see, the well-defined muscles and the broadness of his chest. He fought like a warrior and yet she’d also seen gentleness. Her gaze was momentarily drawn to her injured hand. Had experienced it. Her gaze returned to Roy. “What is happening?”
“You’ll need to be a little more specific.”
“Why were you kidn*pped? Who is Amber and why would she exchange herself for you? Why shouldn’t I be able to turn into both a mouse and a dragon and since I can, what does that make me? Dragon Mage? Knight Mage? What is going on? Tell me everything.” And did he like more than her name and that she’d fought at his side? She pushed that question aside. It shouldn’t be important. Normally she would ask, but there were other things t
