The dragon’s scales glistened under the moon like mother-of-pearl, waxing through yellow-and-white gold as it moved. He hadn’t had any wings. Looking at the dragon had reminded her of the artwork she’d seen of Asian dragons that were long and sleek, with faces that reminded her of a bearded dog, and five thick claws that gripped the earth. Something in the back of her mind whispered to her, but she couldn’t grasp it and didn’t try too hard. She was looking at a living, breathing, dragon, and she wished she could feel his scales under her fingertips. She wondered if they would be cool to the touch like a serpent, or warm like flesh. She stared until her eyes went dry, but she couldn’t blink, couldn’t look away…especially when the dragon melted into a man.He was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life. Thick, tawny hair fell around his shoulders—and such broad shoulders they were. They looked like they were large enough to carry the world on them, or at the very least able to carry her troubles, and she had plenty of them.
