I reared back, gaping up at the rushing dragon as he approached, the brief slack openness of his expression tightened now to a familiar predatory intent. And then he was lunging down, arms snapping around my waist as he threw himself to the floor. His hand caught the back of my head before it could hit carpet and stone, and his chest pressed roughly to mine, his face burrowing into my throat. "Ronson?" He laughed, a dark and slightly ragged sound. "The damned library," he said. "I thought… Mairwen," he breathed, body sinking into mine, pinning me beneath him.
