Alma
I had the most strange night. The coldness, the warmth, the all-consuming fire that branded my skin in such a way a normal dream couldn’t.
Dreams don’t make you limp! Oh Gods, what was happening!?
But I also knew that it wasn’t real, we didn’t really do it. Could it be something in between dream and reality?
Except since I met Egan, dreams and reality seemed to be too close, intertwined. Maybe it was a dragon thing, maybe I was going nuts.
His husky voice brought me back to reality.
“You will probably feel the cold constantly, the baby will use all your body heat for him or herself during the night. You could move to my chamber or I could come here, to make you warm,” he offered.
“Here… here is better,” I muttered without looking at his eyes. I was trying to breat
