~Bethany~
I have no idea if the Vel Morin is really telling the truth that he saw nothing in my dream.
Whether he's being truthful or not, I have this unspoken trust that he won't breathe a word to anyone unless I ask him to.
Rushing through a bath, I hurry downstairs. It's almost noon when I get to the kitchen in my oversized tee and jeans. Jayan serves corn custard and fruits for breakfast.
He cracks simple jokes about his family, upbringing, and what being born into a family of loud dragon shifters looks like. The dragon is just a spoiled prince who grew up surrounded by lots of love from his family.
That much is obvious.
A careful study of his life is all the proof you need. Jayan is caring, he pays attention to the people around him, and he has lots of love to give. I think the
