Talia and Igneous sit across from each other in front of the large fireplace in his room. His attendants stand off to the side holding bottles of wine and trays of food, waiting for him to tell them when to serve. Talia’s heart is racing a mile a minute, but her mind keeps wandering to Lucian. Was he still in her room waiting for her? Had he left yet? She looks up at Igneous and finds he is studying her intensely as he often does. His ember eyes are warm and dance in the light from the fire. Talia feels very hot sitting there, but she dares not say anything. If she cannot handle heat, she shouldn’t marry a dragon.
“You’ve kissed Lucian.” It is a statement and Talia finds herself nodding before she can think. “I see.” He says and leans back in his chair. His eyes close and he taps his fin
