The highway to Bowral was a graveyard of rusted sedans and cracked asphalt, the kind of terrain that made a bipedal gait a nightmare for a sensitive stomach. Felicity didn't even have to ask. Damien had slid beneath her with the fluid grace of a shadow, his lower body a massive, powerful coil of emerald and black scales that smoothed out every tremor of the earth.
He held her against his chest, his arms a protective cage, looking for all the world like a dark god carrying his most precious relic.
"Get any more comfortable, and you'll start purring," Lucan teased. "Then I'll have competition."
Felicity let out a soft, sleepy chuckle, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on Damien's forearm. "He's just so... aerodynamic walking is so last season, Lucan. I've transitioned into a lifestyle of being carried by beautiful monsters; it's a growth phase."
