worries. Several questions were brought to his mind all of them relating to his curse and the wicked witch Ramona.
Even though logic dictated what Chloe experienced was a simple nightmare, somet hing deep inside his heart held doubt. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her the story the other night, only he’d left the scary parts out and not once did a dragon come into the scenario. “Who hated me?”
“The dragon , the blue dragon with the red eyes. She didn’t like me much either, but she hated you. I was scared. I mean terrified, but you told me not to worry and you’d protect me. When she knew I would die to keep you safe, she blew fire and became very wicked.”
He frowned. “Are you sure it wasn’t your sister Stella? The similarities are there if you think about it. Who knew Blondie could have PMS everyday out of the month?”
Chloe’s brows dipped and her full lips broke into a warm smile, rewarding him with a giggle. “No, but now that you mention it, the resemblance is uncanny. Only the dragon had red eyes not bleached blonde hair.”
His soul found a little comfort in her comment and over the fact she seemed to be calming down. “At least you’re smiling.”
“ It was so real. I’ve never been that afraid of anything in my life.” Chloe lifted a hand and brushed some lose strands away from her face. “You mean a lot to me Luc and I know my sisters think I’m crazy. Frankly, I think they are downright bitchy, so they can think whatever the hell they want.”
“ Your breathing is better, are you going to be okay?” He didn’t like the fact she’d had a nightmare. Something about the red eyes sent his nerves on alert.
“ I’ll be fine.” She nodded and smiled then sighed. “Part of me knew things would be all right, you weren’t scared at all.”
“ I have to confess I don’t know if I’d be that brave around a dragon. One gnarly breath of flames and the situation could be bad for me. Roast frog legs―not a pleasant thought.”
“ You were brave,” she whispered and gently ran a finger over his back. He hated how sweet she was sometimes, a simple reminder of how different they were, in not only age, but also species.
“ I don’t know how brave a frog can be.”
Her brows dipped and she shook her head. “I never said you were a frog.”
Stunned, Luciano had to have misheard. “What do you mean I wasn’t a frog? What was I?”
Chloe pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and she sighed. “Well, you were very much a man. A real cute one, jet black hair, sapphire blue eyes, anyway you were going to slay the dragon for me and keep me safe.”
“ How fairy tale like.” He didn’t know what else to say. His hair in human life was black and even now he still had blue eyes. In the corners of his mind, though he had many questions, the big one was, did Chloe’s nightmare have anything to do with his curse?
If there’s a connection between the two, does she know what I look like?
He wasn’t sure why Chloe knowing what he looked like mattered. Maybe, because he knew she liked what she had dreamed.
If only this situation were easy.
The house held an eerie quiet for a Saturday morning. Georgina and Stella had left early with their mother to go shopping. They whined and complained the entire time over how Chloe had her hair done and had got contacts, so they needed something new too. Whiners, the sisters were nothing but self-absorbed little demons who were interested in only themselves. What could Luciano say? He didn’t like them and detested how they treated Chloe. His gaze fell on the bathroom door. She’d been in there long enough, what could she possibly be doing?
Curiosity and fear got the better of him. “Are you okay?”
A giggle echoed from behind the closed door. “You worry too much, I’m fine. Just putting on some make up.”
“You seldom wear make up.” He reminded and hoped to God above this didn’t have anything to do with the boy she’d
Even though logic dictated what Chloe experienced was a simple nightmare, somet hing deep inside his heart held doubt. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her the story the other night, only he’d left the scary parts out and not once did a dragon come into the scenario. “Who hated me?”
“The dragon , the blue dragon with the red eyes. She didn’t like me much either, but she hated you. I was scared. I mean terrified, but you told me not to worry and you’d protect me. When she knew I would die to keep you safe, she blew fire and became very wicked.”
He frowned. “Are you sure it wasn’t your sister Stella? The similarities are there if you think about it. Who knew Blondie could have PMS everyday out of the month?”
Chloe’s brows dipped and her full lips broke into a warm smile, rewarding him with a giggle. “No, but now that you mention it, the resemblance is uncanny. Only the dragon had red eyes not bleached blonde hair.”
His soul found a little comfort in her comment and over the fact she seemed to be calming down. “At least you’re smiling.”
“ It was so real. I’ve never been that afraid of anything in my life.” Chloe lifted a hand and brushed some lose strands away from her face. “You mean a lot to me Luc and I know my sisters think I’m crazy. Frankly, I think they are downright bitchy, so they can think whatever the hell they want.”
“ Your breathing is better, are you going to be okay?” He didn’t like the fact she’d had a nightmare. Something about the red eyes sent his nerves on alert.
“ I’ll be fine.” She nodded and smiled then sighed. “Part of me knew things would be all right, you weren’t scared at all.”
“ I have to confess I don’t know if I’d be that brave around a dragon. One gnarly breath of flames and the situation could be bad for me. Roast frog legs―not a pleasant thought.”
“ You were brave,” she whispered and gently ran a finger over his back. He hated how sweet she was sometimes, a simple reminder of how different they were, in not only age, but also species.
“ I don’t know how brave a frog can be.”
Her brows dipped and she shook her head. “I never said you were a frog.”
Stunned, Luciano had to have misheard. “What do you mean I wasn’t a frog? What was I?”
Chloe pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and she sighed. “Well, you were very much a man. A real cute one, jet black hair, sapphire blue eyes, anyway you were going to slay the dragon for me and keep me safe.”
“ How fairy tale like.” He didn’t know what else to say. His hair in human life was black and even now he still had blue eyes. In the corners of his mind, though he had many questions, the big one was, did Chloe’s nightmare have anything to do with his curse?
If there’s a connection between the two, does she know what I look like?
He wasn’t sure why Chloe knowing what he looked like mattered. Maybe, because he knew she liked what she had dreamed.
If only this situation were easy.
The house held an eerie quiet for a Saturday morning. Georgina and Stella had left early with their mother to go shopping. They whined and complained the entire time over how Chloe had her hair done and had got contacts, so they needed something new too. Whiners, the sisters were nothing but self-absorbed little demons who were interested in only themselves. What could Luciano say? He didn’t like them and detested how they treated Chloe. His gaze fell on the bathroom door. She’d been in there long enough, what could she possibly be doing?
Curiosity and fear got the better of him. “Are you okay?”
A giggle echoed from behind the closed door. “You worry too much, I’m fine. Just putting on some make up.”
“You seldom wear make up.” He reminded and hoped to God above this didn’t have anything to do with the boy she’d
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