Seven
My steps come to a halt. “Wait.” I hold a hand up. “Wait, wait, wait. You guys have dragons?”
“Yes.” Aurora turns back to look at me. “Haven’t you seen them flying around occasionally?”
“Well … I’ve seen something in the sky. I assumed they were overgrown birds, or some kind of flying creature I haven’t met yet.”
She dissolves into giggles. “Overgrown birds? Seriously?”
“I’ve only seen them from a distance,” I say defensively. “It was difficult to judge their size.”
“Well, you’re about to see them up close.”
I blink. My feet still don’t move. “Holy crap,” I whisper.
“What? You’re not afraid, are you?”
“No. I mean, maybe. Probably. I’m just having one of those moments where I wonder if I’m actually dreaming. We’re talking about dragons, Aurora. I grew up thinking they only ex
