As Blane and I walked back down the long hallway to meet with the Nordic dragons my legs felt like jelly. It had seemed to be one problem after another lately, which was getting in the way of other things, like stopping Dougal, helping Mamo with the council, connecting fully with my dragon…who had been very quiet of late.
Now Blane was our mate, it was like she was content to sit back and enjoy life without a care in the world. I needed her to be more present though, to help give me strength. Blane had not had the time to help bring her to the forefront more and I had no time to try either. On top of everything else, I now had some psycho grandma on my trail. Her face should have brought me comfort, she looked the image of my mom, only her eyes were colder and that scar down her face…
