Izmel's POV-
The picture before me was not one I was soon likely to forget. Remington stood just outside the barn doors, her shadow robes hanging elegantly around her body, with a tiny dragon wrapped around her neck. Words escaped me as I stared at my mate, who stared back at us, completely oblivious to the rarity of the creature she held.
"Seven Hells, Princess. How did you befriend an echo?" I asked in astonishment.
"A what? I thought it was a dragon." She said softly as she stroked the creature.
"I suppose it is close to a dragon. Though, this creature is not born but created." Her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Created? From what, Izzy?" Before I could answer her, a soft gasp escaped her lips as her eyes widened. I had never seen an echo up close, but I knew the legends. Once
