“Oh Amy, no!” I got up and approached him slowly, hand out, reaching for him. “I just thought the bed might catch..” I looked over my shoulder once more just to be sure and heard Amy give a short, startled snort.
“You are so strange Laurel..” He murmured, but his voice sounded sad, maybe even disappointed. I reached for him again, daring the flames as I walked ever closer.
“Show me Amy. Please.” I whispered. I could feel the turmoil of his emotions in my chest, and I put one hand over my heart as I reached for where I thought his own heart might be. The flames began to die down as my hand touched his flesh. Warm, soft, strange feeling. Orange and red were slowly appearing out of the fire, running from his chest to his groin. Black scaled arms with talons hung limp as wings, four, no six
