I didn’t back away any longer. My body leaned forward as if I needed to get closer.
And then I heard the low, deep thumping sound coming from the dragon. It was like a purr, one that should have frightened me but had the opposite effect. It grew louder, the vibrations slowly sinking into my skin and settling into my arms and legs.
I felt… arousal. Oh my. What’s happening to me?
Reality crashed back into my consciousness, and a small whimper of fear left me. That emotion, that feeling that currently swirled within, wasn’t from the creature but from this onslaught of what I felt.
And still the dragon purred, this lulling sound, coupled with the aroma that I kept taking into my lungs, making me relax further.
I heard Bryce make a startled, fearful sound, and I blinked back into the present, whatever hypnotizing feeling I had washing away as icy awareness poured over me.
The dragon swung his massive head in Bryce’s direction. The man made another terrified sound, but I couldn’t see what he was doing because of the beast’s body blocking everything in front of me. I could imagine Bryce was still trying to escape, and then as if my thoughts conjured it, I saw a flash of movement as Bryce did just that.
He was up and running away, running toward the Pit. Deserting me.
I wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t stop the betrayal I felt. Then again, I’d been running from Bryce because he’d been after me. I should be thankful he was hightailing it out of here.
I saw the dragon crouch, knew he was about to attack, to go after Bryce. It would take no more than one coordinated lunge for the beast to get to him. And I didn’t know what happened in that moment, but a sob tore from me, this cry wrenched from my chest until I felt hot tears skating down my cheeks.
I couldn’t stop the crying, couldn’t stop the shaking. The world was turning, everything going upside down. I couldn’t breathe, and still I focused on the dragon, watching as its powerful body tensed, the muscles under its scales contracting and relaxing. Repeating.
And then the dragon was suddenly facing me again.
I felt no fear toward this dragon even though I was braced for its attack. I started shaking harder, the tears sliding down my cheeks even faster. The sobs were being torn from my chest as it moved closer, its huge head cocked to the side.
I held my hands out in front of me, my fingers shaking. It was almost humorous—I was acting like my hands could stop any of this. And then that purring sound came back, loud, reverberating around me. Everything inside me told me not to be afraid, that it wouldn’t hurt me. I told that little voice to shut up, for how could it possibly know a dragon wasn’t going to have me as a late night snack?
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered, my vision blurry as my tears came harder and faster. And then when the dragon was just a foot from me, I felt myself hold my breath as it crouched lower to the ground, tilting its head closer.
I waited for the inevitable attack, praying that my death would be quick. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and said a silent prayer to whoever or whatever entity or higher power was listening.
After long seconds of nothing happening, I opened my eyes to see those twin black orbs staring right into my face. Gods, its eyes were so big, each one the size of my head. There were no whites, no irises, just this inky darkness that I felt swallowing me whole.
I could hear the air huffing and puffing out of the massive nostrils on its snout, and the small moves it made, the contracting and relaxing of its knuckles, had the moonlight catching its scales, that iridescent white and yellow almost seeming to glow.
It moved an inch closer, the heat from it searing me but not uncomfortably. Its huge forelegs were now stretched out in front of it, and my gaze dipped down to stare at its paws. I swallowed roughly at the sight of the claws that tipped each toe. Were they called toes? Did it even matter? Because with just one swipe, it could rend me in half.
I was hiccupping again, the tears still falling down my cheeks, but I was a little more stable, a little more controlled.
Why wasn’t it attacking me? Why was it just watching me as if it waited for me to do or say something? It had been ready to tear into Bryce, that deadly warning growl telling me that had absolutely been the truth. But right now it just sat in front of me… watching.
“Oh my gods,” I whispered, afraid to move. Hell, I was afraid to even blink for fear that this thing would take it the wrong way and eat me.