Chapter 17
My eyes fluttered open and the walls of my own bedroom danced in front of my eyes. f**k. Even though we had had a couple of swaps, the actual thing kept taking me off guard. It was strange.
Wait. Bedroom walls.
My house had still walls. Which meant, no dragon that mowed everything down. No dragon, no angry Devon. So that meant that Ayra managed to calm him down?
Or was I deluding myself? Did he burst through the ceiling?
“Devon?” I hesitantly called out, afraid to look around.
“Yes?”
A human voice, thank goodness. No angry dragon destroying our flat. I swallowed the lump in my throat, almost afraid to face him. He seemed relaxed, but what did I know. I had no clue what Ayra said to him or how she calmed him down. And asking about it might just set him back off. And who kn
