The next week, I followed Lucille to the market for new pots. I pretended not to be insulted at having to hide from a man just to go about a normal life.
“It is not as though I wish to hurt her,” She murmured as we walked down the road leading to Dracoberg.
Excitement brewed in my gut like a pot of hot coffee at seeing the colourful market again. Once had I been there but the beauty and magic of the place still warmed my blood. Take away the evil tea man who had tried to cook me with a cup of dragon tea, the experience had been tantalizingly new and sweet.
“You must tell her, Lucy. She is your closest companion and you must know that she loves the man you have claimed for yourself.” I answered in a similar low and conspiratory whisper.
“I have not claimed him for myself!” She h
