Chapter Nine
Beauty salon
“Your dragon is in your backpack, I presume?” he asked, when I opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat. His signature scent filled the car, and heat rolled over my spine. Idris gave me that one intense stare and I was already falling to pieces. This only happened when I was nervous or stressed out.
“Take me out of this backpack. I hate being stuck inside,” Avianna begged.
“You know we can’t risk you being exposed. This whole trip is dangerous. We have to wait until we get through to the portal,” I told her, feeling guilty that I was sitting comfortably while she was squeezed inside a small space.
“Yes, and she isn’t too happy about that, but I told her that it’s too risky for her to come out while we’re moving through the city,” I told him, trying
