Avery
“Poor Erik,” I said.
“He’s a big boy. He’ll cope,” Alec said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Alec had latched onto Erik’s proposal and suggested we have a double coronation and wedding. Erik agreed, but Alec said he couldn’t see the bride the night before. Erik was less happy about that part, especially as I’d said I wanted to mark him. I liked this idea, though. I searched for apprehension at all the recent developments, and I only found excitement about starting my new life.
My dragon told me she’d deal with the hideous old memories, and she’d use them for dragon-fire fuel. When I examined them, they had a new quality, as if I observed them on a TV screen rather than as a participant. They still caused some distress, but it was muted. Plus, my dragon was like an internal life
