Nikolai released a startled laugh, and she glanced over at him. “What is it?” He shook his head. “I think I’m jealous.” “Of what?” “A dragon.” “Don’t let Juris hear that. He thinks enough of himself as it is.” “He should. He can fly and breathe fire, and he’s probably got piles of gold stashed somewhere.” “That’s an unfair cliché. It could very well be jewels.” “And he made you look like that.”
