I parked in front of the bushes across the street from the house and looked Xervan over, wondering where he’d been hurt. In the past, injuries he’d received in his dragon form had shown up on his human body.
Perhaps guessing at my silent question, he pulled up the hem of his robe, this time all the way to his hip. “He got in a lucky blow to my flank that was very deep.”
The light of the dash revealed three deep gouges—talon marks—on the outside of his thigh.
“Ouch. I’m sorry.” I was glad I hadn’t inadvertently touched that spot when I’d tugged his hem down. It had to hurt. A lot.
“It will heal,” Xervan said, as if it were a hangnail. He pushed the hem back down. “I am a powerful warrior.”
He gazed at me. Was he trying to impress me by giving me this information and showing off his war
