CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Thorn found me seated on the edge of the bed still deep in those same thoughts. So deep, in fact, that I was startled when he closed the door behind him. I whipped my head up and found him strolling toward me.
“You look pensive,” he mused as he took a seat beside me.
I looked him over with a curious expression. “Helen was telling me that some brides get powers.”
Thorn closed his eyes but nodded. “ah.”
“Then it’s true?”
He nodded. “It is. The brides of we dragon lords develop unusual skills that no human, or even dragon, possesses.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “How?”
Thorn shook his head. “Nobody is quite sure, but the general guess is that the mixing of the blood creates a magic that ensures its lasting effect. That is, the powers are generally of a protective na
