Dominic’s POV:
My hot tears began flowing down and sizzling against Charlotte’s skin. I couldn’t understand what was happening to her and I could bash myself for bringing her here to the fountain. I thought she may be interested in its history. The fountain was built as a memorial to the previous Red Dragons and their ashes thrown into the flames, which keep them alive in spirit as they bubble in pride. Was Charlotte injured from trying to touch the flames? A tear escapes my eye as I think about her being hurt and my stupidity in thinking bringing a human here would ever be a good idea.
“She is shifting into a dragon, son.” My father says, his voice coming out with calm amazement. I look at him with wide eyes, realizing the depth of what he is saying. It all makes sense now. The fever,
