“I don’t know if it will ever get bigger or if I can even manifest anything but a splintered form, but it doesn’t matter. That hollow part of me where the dragon was missing? It’s filled again,” Slade says with a smile as he takes my hands in his. “Thank you.” My head shakes. “I don’t know that I actually had anything to do with this,” I tell him. “Maybe you just needed time to heal.” “I do know,” he counters, tapping at his heart. “I can feel it.”
