Davi pulled the covers off his body, and leaped out of bed. He looked across the room to see if Kayla was awake. She was already up and dressed, standing at the window.
He grabbed his clothes that were lying across a chair and opened a door to a small closet. He dressed. It was strange to share his room with a female. It was the first time after all of their adventures that he had really seen Kayla as a woman.
She was dressed in a gown that showed her budding breasts. The gown nipped into her waist and the skirts billowed out to the floor. The dress was a green that complemented her nut-brown hair. In the forest she had kept her hair braided. Now it was brushed out and hung loosely around her shoulders. Her hair was breath-taking. He wanted to touch it.
He had forgotten that she could read his mind. A thought curled around his inventory of her figure. “Stop that.”
He sighed. She was right. First of all they were of different species. Second they were magically bonded. It was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. Since he was a dragon, there were probably books and books of rules on how a dragon and blacksmith should act towards each other. But, he thought, a grin spread across his face as he finally buttoned the last button on his shirt, he hadn’t read the rules so if he didn’t follow them, who would know?
Kayla was standing in front of the door with her arms on her hips and a disapproving look on her face. “I would know,” she said aloud so that he would get a double whammy of her disapproval — physically and mentally.
He still grinned. She reached over and straightened his shirt and made sure he was presentable to leave the room. When he was ready Kayla said, “Let’s walk in the gardens.”
His stomach growled. “After breakfast,” she amended.
They walked down the hallway arm and arm, and then he followed her down the staircase, admiring how regal she looked as she carefully navigated the stairs. He didn’t allow the thought to reach the bond because he knew she would slap him again if she read his mind. This would be hard. He was young and she was young. They would be together for a very long time.
His mouth started to water as he smelled the scents coming from the kitchen. He raised his head so that his nose could catch each smell. Bacon, ham, eggs, toast, and potatoes. He could smell real butter. His stomach started to growl loudly and he could feel Kayla radiate amusement back at him. Dammit. She was laughing at his hunger.
It seemed like a long staircase, but they finally made it down and Kayla turned the opposite direction from the kitchen. He wanted to sputter and demand that she turn back. Once again he could feel her smile in his mind. “You are so tempestuous,” she said.
“We are going to the dining room.”
The dining room had a large oak table, filled with food. Kayla took a plate, filled it with bacon, eggs, toast and potatoes. Davi did the same, but his was piled higher. “If you eat like that when you are older, you’ll be as big as a house.” Kayla laughed.
“Hey,” he smiled at her after shoveling the first spoonful into his mouth and swallowing.
“I want to be as big as a house.”
She laughed so hard that she almost choked. The food, the smells, the tastes—for just a moment they were in tune.
Then Kayla pulled away from the bond, and they ate in silence. Davi ate until the buttons on his jacket started to pull slightly. He knew Kayla wanted to laugh again, but she didn’t. When they were finished, they left their dishes on the table. Some silent servant would clear them away. It felt strange that they hadn’t seen either Hilda or Michael at the table.
They walked in the garden. There were rosebushes lining the walls–red, pink, and yellow. A sweet smell filled his nose and he sat under an arbor and patted the small garden bench. Kayla swayed over and sat down next to him.
She leaned into him and put her head on his shoulder. Then she spoke through their bond, “we aren’t safe here.”
He sent his agreement back to her, but also felt the air of her breathing feather against his neck. He felt content. If someone was watching their exchange, they would only see two young people enjoying the afternoon. Maybe just a little too close, but young people did push the boundaries when they could.
“Have you tried to use magic in our room,” he asked. His lips didn’t move. He picked up her hand and held it, sliding his fingers between hers. They were a perfect fit, he thought idly.
He felt a sharp pinch across the bond. “Listen.” Her thought was sharp and to the point. “Ouch,” he said aloud.
“I couldn’t do magic in that room. Plus we were being monitored. I think someone knows what we are.”
A flash of fear slid down from his head to his gut. For a moment, it felt like the food he had just eaten was lead in his stomach. If they were unmasked, there would be consequences.
Mages would salivate for the chance to get their hands on a real dragon. They could make potions from the scales, flesh, blood, and bone. In fact the mages could make themselves more powerful if they had one dragon to harvest. Now if they had a chance to get their hands on a dragon with a blacksmith—the thought made Davi shiver.
“Do you think they already know? Or do they suspect we might be—”
“It is safer to assume they know.” He felt Kayla’s sigh. She extricated herself from his arms and stood up. He stood up as well and took her arm. They walked the next hour in total silence, enjoying the various bushes and flowers in this small paradise.