When I open my eyes, I’m back in my bedroom–the room I was in the first time I woke up in a castle. I’m in the bed alone. Gabriel didn't spend the night with me, but my body is sore from the pleasure he gave me.
I stretch my arms over the covers. Gold cuffs glint on my wrists. Gabriel kept me cuffed just like the dragon in my dream. My dream...
I gasp. It’s so obvious. How did I not understand it last night?
Gabriel is not a wolf shifter, which I had assumed last night when he told me about Rafe and Deke and Lance.
Gabriel is the dragon!
There are dragons all over this place–how did I not put it together? I think about his strange eyes–the way the pupils change to vertical slits. I’d thought it was a trick of the light, but now I understand what I saw.
My mind races back to our first
