"Where are we headed?" Darcy's voice held a hint of confusion as she turned her gaze to Ephraim.
"To my estate," he replied smoothly.
Her brow furrowed. "But my father... he's still here."
A cryptic smile danced upon Ephraim's lips. "I've already had a word with your father. He agreed you could spend some time away with me."
"Oh…" before she could utter another word, Ephraim transformed.
His form shifted, revealing a majestic grey beast with a coat that shimmered like molten silver. Memories rushed back to her of that fateful day when fear had consumed her, her heart pounding as she ran, escaping the dragons. She had been sure they would catch her, punish her for trying to flee.
But instead, it had been Ephraim who had come to her rescue. She had mistaken him for an enemy, only to realize he was her protector. That moment had set her on a path of recovery and eventual happiness. With him.
