Oryn Pov:
The look of shock registers on her features before she climbs gently to her feet. I brace myself for what comes next, to hear her run from the room to bolt out of my life a typhoon gone as soon as she arrived. I won’t ever see her again.
My chest aches at the mere thought.
However, when I manage to pry my eyes open again she’s inches away from me. Her soft footfalls fill my ears like the sound of thunder. She raises her fingers and gently traces the scales on my skin. I’d stopped myself mid-phase to keep from startling her too much, not that what she was seeing was no doubt startling. She could shove me away now, strike me, it still would not be enough.
But I think in the back of my mind I hope she’ll recognize the sight of my scales. Remember the warmth of my pul
