Killian’s eyes turned dark. “For all that people seem to bang on about how close we were, they seem eager to take away my freedoms.”

Between the bad news of leaving and Killian’s surly tone, something snapped inside Brenna and she walked up to Killian. “Look, we all have bad days. I’m about to lose the only place I ever felt I belonged to. You, at least, will have the option to leave if your memories never return and you understand the dangers. I may never come back.”

He frowned. “You’re leaving? Why?”

“You must’ve noticed my accent by now. I’m not from around here.”

“I may not have my memories, but I can tell an annoying English one when I hear it.”

She curled her fingers into a fist and her dragon warned, Hitting him is a bad idea.

Not heeding her beast, Brenna moved to punch Killian’s jaw. However, he caught her fist, rose up, turned her around, and wrapped his free arm around her waist.

A small part of her was aware of the dangerous situation, but the heat of Killian’s chest against her back made it hard to concentrate.

Her beast growled. Don’t let down your guard.

Snapping out of her trance, Brenna kicked her heel into Killian’s knee. He released her and yelled, “Fucking hell,” as he fell back on his backside.

Brenna dashed to the far side of the room, out of Killian’s reach. “I may be younger and female, but maybe next time you’ll remember I can hold my own.”

Killian rubbed his knee as he studied her from the floor. Each second his green eyes bore into hers, her heart rate kicked up.

He finally spoke again. “Why are you leaving?”

She blinked. “That’s what you have to say to me?”

He growled. “Excuse me for showing some fucking concern, although I assure you it’s not entirely selfless. You’re the only one I can stand around here.” He lowered his voice. “I don’t want you to go.”

She opened her mouth and promptly closed it. For months, she’d daydreamed of Killian wanting her to stay, pulling her close, and kissing the living daylights out of her.

Now when he lacked his memories and she was about to leave, he noticed her.

How bloody perfect.

Her beast spoke up. It gives me an idea. Ask if he truly wants us to stay and just how far he’d go to do it.

Why? she asked cautiously.

Just ask him.

Killian’s voice interrupted her inner conversation. “I should be alarmed that your pupils just turned to slits, but I’m not. I have no idea why.”

Brenna had been avoiding conversations about inner dragons. Killian clearly had lost his, and the last thing she wanted to do was bring him pain if he remembered who he was. At least until the doctors had some more time to run their tests and reach out to Dr. Sid on Stonefire to hopefully devise a treatment.

He deserves to know, her dragon said. Besides, the more vital we become, the more likely he’ll agree to my plan.

Which is?

Not yet. Answer him.

Too tired to argue, she cleared her throat and said to Killian, “I am a dragon-shifter, which means a human and a dragon half share a brain, each with a distinct personality. When I talk with her, my pupils change.”

“Isn’t it annoying to have someone constantly in your head?”

“Usually not. It’s like having a twin, but more intimate. We are one whole.”

He scoffed. “That sounds ridiculous.”

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