Elisa D´Angelo
The cave was cold, but beautiful, and once Urien lit up the fireplace, the cave became cozy and even romantic. Dragons were captivating and beautiful creatures, and Urien´s dragon was not only that; he was onyx black, enticing, and dangerous.
I sat on a rundown couch that was before the fireplace and tucked my knees against my chest. Urien was texting on his phone. And then he sat beside me and sighed. I looked up at his profile and then went back to stare at the dancing flames.
“So an Onyx dragon?” I said, trying to make light talk, and not to think about how close I was to being found.
“Yes, one of the few magical ones,” he said, and I bit my lower lip. If only our lives could be easy. My entire family has powers or is related to someone who is special. I guess I w
