Warmth envelops one half of my body, a stark contrast to the chill on the other and the wind is blowing through my hair. My cheek is pressed against a flat surface as my eyelids flutter open to blinding light. “Asher?” My voice is hoarse and strained. His black dragon eyes stare down at me. “Are you alright?” he asks, slowing his flight and sinking lower. “I think so.” My eyes focus on a distinctly dragon shaped shadow falling on the bustling city street below us. Shit. “How long have I been unconscious?” “Only for a few minutes,” he replies, hugging my body tighter against his massive chest. “I think. I hope. I don’t actually know for sure.” He sounds panicked. “Did you shift on purpose back there?” I say. Asher just pumps his wings harder and soars a little higher. “Ash? Did you do that on purpose? Could you control it?” “No!”
