‘I think I saw something shiny down there,’ I said to Sloane through our mental link, the one that only existed while he was in his dragon form. I squealed when he abruptly shifted to the left and began to descend. ‘You could warn a girl next time!’ ‘What was it? Gold? Some kind of gem?’ ‘I told you, I just saw a shimmer of something. Fly over there and I’ll see if I spot it again.’ Crazy, treasure-loving dragons... Worse than a dog hearing the word ‘ball.’
