Inside the dark carriage, Yara released a deep shaky breath as they rattled away from the manor. The dragon sat next to her, his presence both reassuring and tense.
"I don't trust this," the dragon growled, his eyes flickering with residual anger. "Why did they let us go so easily?"
Yara shook her head, still trying to process everything. "I don't know. But we need to find out more about this group."
The carriage jolted as it turned sharply, throwing Yara against the dragon. He caught her, his grip strong and steady.
For a moment, they were pressed together, the heat of his body radiating through his clothes.
"Thank you," she murmured, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her cheek.
The dragon's breath was warm against her ear as he spoke. "Are you alright?" he asked, his face scrunched up with suspicion as he looked her over again.
