Twelve
Sleep didn’t come for Rae that night. Clutching her arms around her body, she lay in bed with her eyes open, fixed on the window.
She shouldn’t feel fear. She was stronger than most beings in this world. But, Luke, he had a dark magic over her, and even he was no match for Edwin Allington. She’d tossed and turned, feverish with memories of the dragon who had nearly turned her away from the light.
His touch. His voice.
She shuddered. His dark magic was unholy and dripping with deceit.
Sighing, she looked at her reflection in her bathroom mirror as her favorite song played in the background.
She fixed her red lipstick and turned off the bathroom light. She picked up her coffee mug off her desk and turned off her computer, along with the music that played. Her bedroom was small b
