Chapter 6You’d swear your legs are getting longer as you run, your chest heaving as if someone’s working the bellows for the furnace inside of you, stoking it higher and higher.
The dragon’s heart hangs heavy against your back, the bag slung over your shoulder, so it won’t get in the way while you run.
You’d think knowing what it was—what it would do—would make it frightening.
Part of you might be, you suppose. But the rest is demanding every ounce of your self-control to keep from tearing the knots apart and seizing the enchanted gold in your hand.
With a bit of an effort, you slow yourself down a few streets before the inn where Lia is waiting for you. You manage to ask the innkeep for your key without stuttering, and you swing the bag slowly back and forth in your hand as you walk t
