| Astra shrugged diffidently at Andrea. The young noblewoman was beginning
to wear on her. Of course Lucien had been familiar with her. He had power
over her then. He had every right to be cocky. Andrea was going to come
to some rather harsh realizations sooner or later.
Bedding down for the night, Astra was troubled with dreams. Dreams of what the dragon had done to her the second time he had captured her, after she had passed through that strangely decorated door. She remembered the pain, the shifting of her body as claws, fur, fangs exploded from her. She remembered the howls of her bestial impulses as they echoed in the back of her brain. She dreamed of the utter loss of control she felt as he stood over her wolflike form, and her confusion as he transformed her back. Such a cryptic comment he made, on her condition being a disease, and tied to...astronomical alignments? The dream left her frightened and perplexed. Composing herself, she
woke Andrea at dawn and the two set out.
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