Dragon Heat (Dragons of Perralt Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Sher Dillard
dreams?
Impossible. Girls like her from Fifth Point did not marry princes. They did not live in fancy castles and command a dozen servants. No. It was impossible.
Yet.
She glanced at the man next to her. His handsome profile pulled at her. That golden mane of his made her want to run her fingers through it until he purred with pleasure. He was bigger, stronger, and quicker than any man she knew. Deep down, though, she knew his gentle grace hid a beast. Not an evil, scary beast. A strong, powerful animal that could force his will on anything he came across.
The thought made her insides grow warm and soft. What was it about this man that reminded her she was a woman? What was it about him that made her think of starry nights and soft beds?
Biting her lip, she kept quiet. She had learned long ago that the direct approach rarely led to the truth. Better to bide her time and see what was what. Besides, she still had her dagger.
As they turned a corner, she froze, her feet sliding to a quick stop.
“I can’t go in there,” she hissed.
This wasn’t the market, this wasn’t the town. This was as far away from Fifth Point as a person could go in her world.
Tall brick walls stood as a bulwark against people like her.
He wanted to enter the protected enclave. Patrolled by guardsmen who would love nothing more than throwing her in jail before shipping her off to the mines.
“Why?” he asked with a curious frown.
Laila shook her head and started to back away.
“Girl,” he said, “you are with me, there is nothing to fear. I assure you.”
She looked up into those warm hazel eyes of his. The ones that looked like they had seen the beginning of time. As if there was nothing under the sun they hadn’t dealt with before.
Her shoulders twitched, and her palms grew wet with worry. But, she could not look away.
“They don’t let people like me into places like that,” she said, as her cheeks turned warm. She knew she was blushing with shame.
Flint smiled down at her. “As I said, do not worry. Besides. Where else are we going to find a prince?”
Her insides turned over. He was serious. The man actually planned on marrying her off to a prince. For some reason, the thought bothered her. It should have filled her with joy and happiness. Instead, she felt a sad weight settle on her.
He took her arm and started to guide her to the guarded gates. The two soldiers only gave him a cursory glance. Examining her from head to foot. She could feel their eyes resting on her, though. Like eagles waiting for a rabbit to move. She well knew their thoughts. What was this gentleman doing with this gutter snipe?
She swallowed hard and lifted her head. To hell with them. She was with Flint. If he said it would work, then she would trust him. Besides, what could they do to her? The mines probably weren’t that much worse than where she already lived.
They passed through the gate as if they were stepping through the kitchen door. No issues, no problems. She wondered why she had ever worried. Apparently, Flint belonged. But, what was even more important, who he was with, belonged.
That was saying quite a bit. A warm feeling flowed through her. She pulled her arm from his grasp and continued walking. Head up, with a firm step. She belonged here, she was trying to say.
Her eyes scanned the neighborhood, and her stomach sank. The houses were beautiful. Big, ornate, solid wooden doors. Glass in the windows and plants in little boxes outside each one of them.
The colors and cleanliness were a shock to her system. People actually lived in these picturesque homes. Only a few people walked on the broad avenue. Each of them dressed as if they belonged here. The women wore fancy day dresses that looked like they would cost a person half a lifetime of wages. The men in tight fitting jackets.
Not a few blocks away, children were fighting over scraps. Women had to sell their bodies to live. Men stole, and killed to survive.
But here, no
Impossible. Girls like her from Fifth Point did not marry princes. They did not live in fancy castles and command a dozen servants. No. It was impossible.
Yet.
She glanced at the man next to her. His handsome profile pulled at her. That golden mane of his made her want to run her fingers through it until he purred with pleasure. He was bigger, stronger, and quicker than any man she knew. Deep down, though, she knew his gentle grace hid a beast. Not an evil, scary beast. A strong, powerful animal that could force his will on anything he came across.
The thought made her insides grow warm and soft. What was it about this man that reminded her she was a woman? What was it about him that made her think of starry nights and soft beds?
Biting her lip, she kept quiet. She had learned long ago that the direct approach rarely led to the truth. Better to bide her time and see what was what. Besides, she still had her dagger.
As they turned a corner, she froze, her feet sliding to a quick stop.
“I can’t go in there,” she hissed.
This wasn’t the market, this wasn’t the town. This was as far away from Fifth Point as a person could go in her world.
Tall brick walls stood as a bulwark against people like her.
He wanted to enter the protected enclave. Patrolled by guardsmen who would love nothing more than throwing her in jail before shipping her off to the mines.
“Why?” he asked with a curious frown.
Laila shook her head and started to back away.
“Girl,” he said, “you are with me, there is nothing to fear. I assure you.”
She looked up into those warm hazel eyes of his. The ones that looked like they had seen the beginning of time. As if there was nothing under the sun they hadn’t dealt with before.
Her shoulders twitched, and her palms grew wet with worry. But, she could not look away.
“They don’t let people like me into places like that,” she said, as her cheeks turned warm. She knew she was blushing with shame.
Flint smiled down at her. “As I said, do not worry. Besides. Where else are we going to find a prince?”
Her insides turned over. He was serious. The man actually planned on marrying her off to a prince. For some reason, the thought bothered her. It should have filled her with joy and happiness. Instead, she felt a sad weight settle on her.
He took her arm and started to guide her to the guarded gates. The two soldiers only gave him a cursory glance. Examining her from head to foot. She could feel their eyes resting on her, though. Like eagles waiting for a rabbit to move. She well knew their thoughts. What was this gentleman doing with this gutter snipe?
She swallowed hard and lifted her head. To hell with them. She was with Flint. If he said it would work, then she would trust him. Besides, what could they do to her? The mines probably weren’t that much worse than where she already lived.
They passed through the gate as if they were stepping through the kitchen door. No issues, no problems. She wondered why she had ever worried. Apparently, Flint belonged. But, what was even more important, who he was with, belonged.
That was saying quite a bit. A warm feeling flowed through her. She pulled her arm from his grasp and continued walking. Head up, with a firm step. She belonged here, she was trying to say.
Her eyes scanned the neighborhood, and her stomach sank. The houses were beautiful. Big, ornate, solid wooden doors. Glass in the windows and plants in little boxes outside each one of them.
The colors and cleanliness were a shock to her system. People actually lived in these picturesque homes. Only a few people walked on the broad avenue. Each of them dressed as if they belonged here. The women wore fancy day dresses that looked like they would cost a person half a lifetime of wages. The men in tight fitting jackets.
Not a few blocks away, children were fighting over scraps. Women had to sell their bodies to live. Men stole, and killed to survive.
But here, no
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