state, laws meant nothing, he was a frog and….
He was five years older and her still a teenager. Life was cruel and completely unfair. He detested Ramona for the circumstance she’d tossed him into without regard for how this would affect his parents―or the country of Cammarata.
If Albert hadn’t rescued him, he would have died that rain y night a week shy of four months ago. Most of all he wouldn’t have Chloe. Only the saying was true.
For everything lost, something is gained.
He cherished the young lady sleeping next to him. He’d lost his freedom, his life and his family. But thanks to Chloe, became introduced to entirely new world of acceptance and even friendship. Her long lashes fluttered and a soft moan escaped her. She tossed and another soft groan filled the air, only this time it resembled a whimper.
She’s dreaming. If only those dreams were of me but , why would she dream of a frog when there were football players to dream about?
A loud whimper filled the room. Not good. The sounds leaving her made him believe she experienced a far from a happy dream. “Chl oe?” He whispered, hoping she would settle into a more peaceful slumber.
“No! Luc!” Her voice held panic and fear. His heart slammed to a stop as her head tossed against the pillow. “I’ll kill you! Hurt him and die!” Her tone carried so much grief and terror.
“ Chloe!” He didn’t like this. “Chloe, il mio cuore! Wake up!”
Her head tossed again and her pretty features twisted in agony. “Not a dragon.”
Dragon what the hell?
“ Il mio cuore!” He hopped next to her head the pillow next to where he had been perched.
Chloe sat up and gasped. “The red burning eyes.” Her breath fell in short rasps. She glanced around and noticed him. “You’re alive!” She scooped him up and held him close to her chest. Her heart raced out of control as her lungs started to inhale and exhale in a steady rhythm. “I was so scared. She wanted to killed you in front of me, I was so sad I thought I was going to die. Every nerve in my body stopped feeling and I couldn’t breathe. If she’d killed you I would have followed you by mere moments to the grave.”
What the hell is she talking about?
“Shh...” He soothed as his mind raced. Her words, her dream didn’t make any sense. “I’m safe and you’re holding me, everything is okay. You had a bad dream, nothing but a nightmare.”
She lifted her knees up and sat him on the top of one. “The woman in my dream…nightmare or whatever I had. Her eyes glowed red and she detested me. I don’t know why but she did and wanted me to suffer, she wanted me to watch you die.” Her voice cracked and he knew she was again going to cry.
Terror nudged at his soul. This was all wrong. Her nightmare, her words , everything was completely wrong. He swallowed back his jagged nerves and fears “Red eyes?” He only knew one person whose eyes glowered red, the same venomous bitch who had cursed him.
Chloe sniffled and nodded. She wiped her eyes and cheeks where fat tears had started to fall. “The blue dragon.”
He frowned. “There are no such things as dragons.”
“ There is no such thing as talking frogs either, yet we hold conversations often and my father knows you talk. Both of you tell me how much you enjoy your discussions, not that I can imagine what the pair of you possibly have to discuss.”
How my family is, how the sugar trades are going, how much you mean to me…damn it! Why couldn’t she make this easy?
“ Il mio cuore , I’m different. However, even where I come from there is no such thing as blue dragons. Especially, ones that eat frogs.”
Another loud sniffle filled the room. “I never said that she wanted to eat you. The dragon wanted to kill you , Luc. She hated you and wanted you dead.” Her voice came out in a strong whisper but the undercurrent of trauma wasn’t hard to miss. Her nightmare had upset her beyond words and currently had raised his
He was five years older and her still a teenager. Life was cruel and completely unfair. He detested Ramona for the circumstance she’d tossed him into without regard for how this would affect his parents―or the country of Cammarata.
If Albert hadn’t rescued him, he would have died that rain y night a week shy of four months ago. Most of all he wouldn’t have Chloe. Only the saying was true.
For everything lost, something is gained.
He cherished the young lady sleeping next to him. He’d lost his freedom, his life and his family. But thanks to Chloe, became introduced to entirely new world of acceptance and even friendship. Her long lashes fluttered and a soft moan escaped her. She tossed and another soft groan filled the air, only this time it resembled a whimper.
She’s dreaming. If only those dreams were of me but , why would she dream of a frog when there were football players to dream about?
A loud whimper filled the room. Not good. The sounds leaving her made him believe she experienced a far from a happy dream. “Chl oe?” He whispered, hoping she would settle into a more peaceful slumber.
“No! Luc!” Her voice held panic and fear. His heart slammed to a stop as her head tossed against the pillow. “I’ll kill you! Hurt him and die!” Her tone carried so much grief and terror.
“ Chloe!” He didn’t like this. “Chloe, il mio cuore! Wake up!”
Her head tossed again and her pretty features twisted in agony. “Not a dragon.”
Dragon what the hell?
“ Il mio cuore!” He hopped next to her head the pillow next to where he had been perched.
Chloe sat up and gasped. “The red burning eyes.” Her breath fell in short rasps. She glanced around and noticed him. “You’re alive!” She scooped him up and held him close to her chest. Her heart raced out of control as her lungs started to inhale and exhale in a steady rhythm. “I was so scared. She wanted to killed you in front of me, I was so sad I thought I was going to die. Every nerve in my body stopped feeling and I couldn’t breathe. If she’d killed you I would have followed you by mere moments to the grave.”
What the hell is she talking about?
“Shh...” He soothed as his mind raced. Her words, her dream didn’t make any sense. “I’m safe and you’re holding me, everything is okay. You had a bad dream, nothing but a nightmare.”
She lifted her knees up and sat him on the top of one. “The woman in my dream…nightmare or whatever I had. Her eyes glowed red and she detested me. I don’t know why but she did and wanted me to suffer, she wanted me to watch you die.” Her voice cracked and he knew she was again going to cry.
Terror nudged at his soul. This was all wrong. Her nightmare, her words , everything was completely wrong. He swallowed back his jagged nerves and fears “Red eyes?” He only knew one person whose eyes glowered red, the same venomous bitch who had cursed him.
Chloe sniffled and nodded. She wiped her eyes and cheeks where fat tears had started to fall. “The blue dragon.”
He frowned. “There are no such things as dragons.”
“ There is no such thing as talking frogs either, yet we hold conversations often and my father knows you talk. Both of you tell me how much you enjoy your discussions, not that I can imagine what the pair of you possibly have to discuss.”
How my family is, how the sugar trades are going, how much you mean to me…damn it! Why couldn’t she make this easy?
“ Il mio cuore , I’m different. However, even where I come from there is no such thing as blue dragons. Especially, ones that eat frogs.”
Another loud sniffle filled the room. “I never said that she wanted to eat you. The dragon wanted to kill you , Luc. She hated you and wanted you dead.” Her voice came out in a strong whisper but the undercurrent of trauma wasn’t hard to miss. Her nightmare had upset her beyond words and currently had raised his
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