The Dragon's Secret (The Fay Morgan Chronicles Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
We took tiny sips, staring our love at each other, and making this last. As that water entered me, it was lightness itself and it rewrote me on a cellular level. It had been so hard to find this cave in the Aral Mountains. Nearly impossible to find this cup that did not wish to be found and did not wish to be owned. I understood that about it now that I held it. The Grail was a relic made for freedom. It was a thing so resounding with pure life force that it shouldn’t be contained. Merlin handed the cup back to me and my fingers clenched around it. I savored the coolness on my lips as I took a small sip and forced myself to hand it back to him. There was little water left. He drank and handed it back. Only a few drops left now. I eyed it and glanced at Merlin. “The last is yours,” he said. He licked his lips and I could tell how much he wanted it. As did I. I drank those last drops like a woman dying of dehydration, even though I wasn’t. In plain fact, I would never die. Not of old age, anyway.
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