And the worst part — the part that made her want to press her palms to her burning cheeks even now, in the middle of this lounge, surrounded by people who would never understand — was that after those dreams, she did not want to be saved from him and them.
She wanted to keep having them, see him and be with him the way they were; for eternity.
And the most damning truth of all was that some traitorous, hidden part of her was beginning to wonder what it would feel like if the dreams ever stopped being dreams; if one day, she opened her eyes and found that the dragon had decided to make the fantasy real.
The thought should have terrified her.
Instead, it made her pulse quicken in a way that had nothing to do with fear:
