What was going on? Why was his mother here? The room shrank. This morning it had seemed so big that she thought she’d float away, but now it didn’t contain enough space to hide. She was waiting on two dragons, who were probably discussing her. Would his mother try to eat her? She could imagine him asking, “Mother, would you like dark meat or white?” Shaking the thought from her head, she edged closer to the bedroom door. He wouldn’t do that. Trust, she’d promised trust. He’d already had every opportunity to hand her over to his mother and hadn’t done it. Creeping down the hall, she stopped when she heard talking. The urge to peek inside the room was intense, but she managed to curl herself into a small ball on the tunnel floor instead and like an idiot, she eavesdropped. Ishi told his mother she had nothing to worry about when it came to falling in love with a human. Sandra’s heart settled somewhere between her ankles. If something struck her, she was sure her chest would ring hollow.
