Tell me you thought about me. That you think about me now."
My lips move, but I can't speak.
His hand drops, and I feel suddenly cold. Bereft. The way I've felt for so long now. Even before arriving in Chaparral. Since I manifested at age eleven and lost myself. Became simply the fire-breather to everyone who knew me. My parents. My sister. Cassian. They saw me as that first and foremost. I guess even I'm guilty of that. Of seeing myself as nothing beyond the last drake dire-breather.
Only now, here with Will, I realize I'm something more. Someone not bound by the rules of her pride, her face, her family. Someone who can be loved for herself, draki or not.
"I thought about you," I whisper, my voice not my own. It belongs to someone else. Someone brave, someone about to risk everything and follow her heart. "I've never stopped thinking about you." Somehow, I doubt I ever will.

Autore: Sophie Jordan