by Viola Grace
“That is your schedule. I factored in my mother’s training and my own. We are doing this out of the public eye, so discretion is key. Even Sosa and Sormin can’t know. Are we clear?”
She nodded. “We are clear. Just one question.”
He blinked at her. “What is it?”
“Do you propose or do I? I don’t like leaving this up in the air.”
He leaned in and gave her another quick kiss. “I will propose at the public gathering. Just a few weeks away.”
“Excellent. I look forward to training.”
It was apparently the magic sequence of words. Everyone relaxed, and the baby was handed around until she started to fuss. Vasic took his daughter in his arms and carried her up to her mother.
Trin looked at the Lefarge clan. “I am guessing that the training is for a specific purpose that I am not yet privy to?”
Orisa sipped at her cordial. “What would give you that idea?”
She looked at Brommin’s serious face and the matching features in Makros, and she grinned. “This kind of acceptance comes with a price. Don’t get me wrong, I am willing to pay it. I am the bastard dragon after all.”
As they tried to tell her that nothing was going on, she laughed. They were lying as a unit. That was what family was all about. She looked forward to joining their weird little coalition.
Author’s Note
Here ends the beginning of Trin’s story. It was originally going to be all of it, but this bastard is going to be in a lot more books. Sorry.
In the next book, she learns to fight, to hide, and do what has always come naturally, pretend she isn’t a dragon.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.