The dragon’s tail whipped about when it stumbled, breaking through the magical veil concealing the tunnel. Phelan was forced to jump back. He had tried to wink out of the way, but his magic still wasn’t cooperating. What the hell? He glanced down at the shard of wand left in his hand. Darkness swirled beneath his palm but he could not access the dark power – nor could he pull forth his fairy magic. ’Twas catastrophic. He would be annihilated if any other fairies discovered he was powerless. Very concerning! Carefully, he placed the shard of wand in its sheath beneath his tattered tunic. Later, he would look about and see if the other half lay somewhere in the sand.
Phelan began to turn about. He felt it was prudent to see if there was another exit to the tunnel rather than face the dragon without his magic intact. However, he drew up short. The dragon was nuzzling a lump in the sand that he had not noticed before. A low, feminine groan made him lean forward and strain to see what sort of being had issued that intriguing sound.
Long ebony hair gleamed under the moonlight when her head lifted off the sand. The dragon kept nudging until she sat up, groaned louder, and clutched her head with both hands.
“Well, well,” Phelan murmured. Smooth olive skin, a straight aristocratic nose, and when she opened them, the blackest eyes he had ever seen added to her allure. She was stunning – although, she was wearing trousers. Why? ’Twas very unbecoming.
A trickle of blood seeping from her temple marred her silky skin. Perhaps he could help her… His foot halted in mid-step. Before his astonished eyes, the cut on her head knit together, turned pink, then faded to match the rest of her flawless skin. “Fascinating,” he breathed.
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