The blazing green glow caught the reflection and she held the mirror still, staring in wonder at the new mark that had replaced the small red medallion-shape Aris had given her over a year ago. She’d loved the tiny magical tattoo and made a point to wear her hair up when she was with him. It had only been about the size of a silver dollar, situated just at the base of her hairline. The new mark was an almost identical pattern, but now reached all the way across to each shoulder and from her hairline down to the small, protruding knob of her vertebra between her shoulders. How the hell had Corey done it? He wasn’t even a dragon. Everything that had happened after their last go-round was a blur. She’d struggled to process it all, but the realization that Aris’s child now resided inside her had overwhelmed every other emotion or thought. With a valiant effort of will, she had succeeded in holding her tears at bay. Partly happiness over having a part of him to hold onto, partly in grief over Corey’s sudden and unexpected rejection after everything he had said.
