Semua Bab The Dragon's Stone: Bab 101 - Bab 106

I sit on the edge of the deck reading the book Taran gave me while listening to the crashing waves. I’ve ignored Taran for hours. My stomach has growled for over an hour, but I don’t want to see Taran in the house. This hiding is extremely childish, but I just cannot face him.“I brought you something to eat,” Taran's deep voice is soft as he sets a plate down beside me.In a passive tone, I replied, “I’m not hungry.”“Tell that to your stomach. I’ve heard it since I walked into the house.” Taran sits down beside me. “Can I explain now?”“What is there to explain?” I asked, annoyed.“It was shortly after we met, just before we mated, that you were having nightmares. One night, you stopped breathing, and a red mark appeared on your chest. I had to shake you awake. You clung to me. It was the scariest moment of my life. You almost died, and I was just in the other room. That is when you asked me to go into your mind and see your dream. I told you that it would allow me to see everything

Taran took me shopping yesterday. He bought me clothes, luggage, and toiletries I will want when on the Isle of Spirits. I stare at my bags, wondering if I’m missing anything.An arm wraps around my waist, then a hand pushes my hair to the side, exposing my neck. Soft, gentle lips caress my neck up to my jaw. “Are you wearing those little lacey things?” Taran whispered.I smiled, “Would you like to check?”“Yes,” Taran runs his nose up my neck, “We can be a little late to meet with Willow. Why don’t you remove these pants, and I will make sure those lacey things fit properly.”“You checked them last night, remember? You pulled me onto the bed, then punished me for having clothes in bed,” I teased.Taran lets out a sound of satisfaction, “Is your arse still sore?”“In places, yes.”“Good, then while you’re gone, you can remember me.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I could give you another reminder, if you want.” Taran’s hands grasp my hips.“Will you help me settle into where I

The next couple of days follow the same routine. I’m left alone through most of it. Outside of Willow, no one speaks to me.I continue to try meditation with little luck and balance seems impossible. Willow seems patient, but I’m sure she is growing frustrated. During our lessons, Willow often reminds me to clear my mind. It sounds so easy, yet my mind is never clear.On the seventh day I sit under the oak tree trying to mediate when I hear a familiar voice, “Hello little dove.”I turn to see Taran standing next to a tree. My legs don’t seem to move fast enough as I run into his arms. Taran catches me and spins me. “I’ve missed you, my dragon,” I say, reluctantly pulling away.Taran places me back on the ground, “How are you? Willow told me that you’re struggling.”I nod, “I’m not doing a good job with meditating. I can’t clear my mind.”Taran notices the journal, “Have you been writing?”I shake my head, “I can’t think of anything worth writing.”“Sometimes to get the thoughts out of