Dragon Awakened by Jaime Rush

That’s when the damned rash had popped up, too. Different than what she heard other girls her age going through. Not that she was around many with whom she could compare notes.
    She hadn’t wanted to kiss boys—or girls—or wear makeup or go shopping. She wanted something she couldn’t define. Drinking, partying, working her ass off, nothing sated it.
    Cyntag brushed her bangs from her forehead, his thumb grazing the skin near her burn. “The orb did this?” She nodded, and anger shimmered over his face. “Unacceptable.”
    â€œI thought so.”
    He’d said it as though the attack on her was a personal affront to him. Like he owns you .
    â€œRight now you’re like a baby chick fallen prematurely from the nest, without feathers developed enough to fly from danger or any way to fight enemies. Unable to even see them. You might get a glimpse now and then, but that won’t be enough.”
    â€œYou’re saying I have powers?” Could her disbelief be more clear? “Can I make one of those orb-lightning-bolt things?”
    Another twitch of a smile. “Sorry, no. However, you are much more magnificent than mere magick.”
    â€œI’m magnificent. Yeah.” She couldn’t help but glance down at herself. “Fine, how do I get…what’d you call it? Awakened?” Let’s play along.
    â€œConsidering the circumstances, only I can awaken your powers.”
    Did his arrogance know no bounds? Dumb question, Ruby. “What do I have to give you for that?”
    â€œYou assume there’s a price?”
    â€œThere’s always a price.” She could see that he had one, too.
    He stepped closer, again breaching boundaries. She wouldn’t move away. If only she didn’t have to look up at him. Even though she was five foot eight, he was way taller. His heat reached out, beckoning her. She stiffened her stance. The dragon tattoo eyed her, but no, she did not see it move.
    He waited until she drew her gaze back to his face. “The price is that once you see, you can never go back to being blind. Once you know, you can never forget. Once you experience your true nature, you can never ignore it.”
    â€œIgnore what?”
    He released a breath. “We’d better start with the small stuff.”
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The Book of the Hidden
    The Dragon Prince stood before Garnet as a man now, though she knew the dark beast lurked inside him. His hair was so black that it was nearly blue where shafts of sunlight fell upon it. Eyes just as black, eternal wells where shadows dwelled beyond her ken. In the days since she’d come here, she had watched intruders try to storm his stone castle high on a mountaintop, watched him and his army of Dragons knock them back. Had they been her people come to rescue her? She did not know.
    He had summoned her to a room of colorful marble and glittering chandeliers for their first real meeting. The kind of sitting area where one entertained important guests.
    He sat like a king in a tall-backed chair of rich tapestry and carved wood. “Welcome to my castle, Princess. I hope you find it to your liking, as you will dwell forever more with me.”
    â€œYou cannot keep me here as a prisoner.” But he could. She saw in his eyes that he could do whatever he wished. “Why? Why did you save me, only to enslave me?”
    â€œYour destiny lies with me. When you come of age, you will become my wife.”
    He turned into a Dragon and approached her. She stood tall and strong even as her knees quivered. He opened his mouth and released a dark mist that enveloped her. She tried not to breathe, sensing the magick in it. The spell.
    Finally her lungs burst, and she sucked in the mist. She felt it slide down her throat and change her very cells. Like the New Year’s fireworks, flashes of images blinded her. Dragons, small and large, bright and dark, filled her mind.
    â€œWhat have you done