You wake. I gaped at the massive jaw poised just past my toes, the spiked dragon chin tucked down against his body, his eyes turned forward and almost crossed to stare down at me. "I…" I cleared my throat when no words rose to my tongue. You were sleepwalking, blodyn bach. It'd been a long time since I'd heard any Welsh, but the name he gave me was simple—little flower. The dragon's lips didn't have to move to speak, and his tongue continued to wrap and caress around one leg, teeth the size of my feet bared in what I swore was a smile.
