11
When I wake again, I’m alone. Or I think so, until a familiar gravelly voice says, “You’re finally up.”
I sit up, the blood rushing to my head and making me feel woozy. I give myself a moment and then I spot him.
I no longer have the room to myself. Nico is now on the hospital bed next to mine. I prop myself up with some pillows while he gives me a toothy grin.
“Edie, the girl who saved my life.”
He looks a lot better, with color in his cheeks and an eyepatch covering his ruined socket. He actually looks quite dashing, like a werewolf-pirate hybrid.
“I didn’t realize you were such a celebrity around here. A dragon shifter?”
I blush. “It sounds cool, but I recently found out it probably just means I’m a Moggy. You know? Like some interspecies boot-knocking is in my past.” I blush
