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god ! What was his godly strength? Turning her on
when she knew better?
    “Whatever is in the chest that he—maybe we should figure out
what’s inside the, um―” Don’t think about his abs , she chastised herself “―in case it’s something
that we need?”
    “You think there might be something in the chest that we could
use to find Tristan?”
    “I don’t know, but it’s worth a look.” Lucy studied the
formation of the stone-faced cavern to keep her gaze off Caleb. “I just keep
thinking that the medallion was close to him and I’ve never seen what’s inside
the chest. Whatever he kept in there was valuable to him...stands to reason that
it might be valuable to us, too.”
    “Where is it?” As Caleb shoved his pants down around his
ankles, Lucy turned away with a stifled gasp. Nothing could take away the image
of his backside. The sight was now burned into her memory.
    “The chest is in, ah, Thorne Castle.” Don’t think about his ass , she silently chanted again. “At least it was
before you guys disappeared.”
    “What’s it doing there?”
    “My family used to own the castle, before they discovered the
portal beneath it and deserted the place.”
    Silence.
    “Caleb?”
    Lucy spun around, slammed her back against the stone and
inhaled sharply at the sight before her.
    Caleb had shifted into a dragon, only he wasn’t the dragon Lucy
remembered. He was colossal—well over ten feet tall. Teardrop-shaped scales
covered his body, coating his leathery skin. The color of his scales was so
bright, so warm and buttery, they seemed to absorb the setting sun’s rays and
radiate them back with a luminosity that nearly blinded her.
    She moved toward him. Mesmerized. Reaching out. As the tips of
her fingers brushed over his left flank, his entire body rolled into a shudder.
His scales were soft. Silkier than she thought possible.
    Unbelievable .
    Lucy had never ridden him before. Not once. She’d imagined it a
thousand times and wished for it a thousand more. But now, standing in front of
him this way...she caught herself holding her breath.
    “Now or never,” she said, pushing the air from her lungs,
stepping up onto his hind leg.
    With a snort, Caleb craned his neck around and nudged it
against the dirt floor. Lucy looked back, following his gaze.
    His backpack.
    It was as if she hadn’t been trained for this at all. Sindraco
riders carried their Draco’s clothes, since they couldn’t carry it themselves.
Sindracos directed them. Rode them hard and fast, pushing the dragons beyond
their limits.
    Half the morning with Caleb, and Lucy had all but forgotten her
entire upbringing.
    But she couldn’t carry his bag if she planned to bring hers.
Biting back a curse, Lucy shoved her spare clothes into Caleb’s bag, slung it
across her back, and approached his side. He offered his leg for her to mount
him. She took the step and heaved herself onto the ridge streaming down the
middle of his back.
    Lucy leaned down, unsure of where to put her hands. The dragons
she’d ridden during Sindraco training were half Caleb’s size. Her arms easily
wrapped around the base of their necks, providing the perfect hold for
unsettling flight. Their skin was rougher, too. Her thighs didn’t feel as if
they were slipping over satin.
    She must’ve been thinking too long.
    Mr. Impatient rolled his body from his tail to head, sending
Lucy careening from her seat, down the thick length of his neck. Out of
instinct, she latched on, hugging him tightly, though her arms were nowhere near
closing around him.
    He shook, a tiny tremble that felt like a laugh.
    “You think that’s funny?” Lucy said, flattening her chest to
the back of his neck. “You’ll get a real kick out of this.”
    She dug in with her heels. Jabbing him right in his sensitive
underbelly.
    With a jolt that rocketed her out of her seat, Caleb leaped
from the ledge and plummeted into the gorge. Lucy pinched her eyes shut. Held
her breath. Felt the warm