Chapter 64

She slapped it onto the low table flanking the couch. "Growing up, I thought my parents only ever told me the truth. They never hid the fact I came from an egg or that I was created in a lab. I always knew there was something different about me and not just because of the tail. But they never said how I was made, or with what. Who. Ugh." She drank some more wine.

"Other than your obvious dragon nature, have you exhibited other characteristics?"

Her face went through a myriad of expressions before she said, "No."

"Are you sure?"

Her shoulders slumped. "Do you think I haven't wished I was special?"

"You are." He said it softly. Truthfully.

She stared at him, her cheeks turning pink. She ducked her head as she opened the box, revealing a stack of paper. Atop it, as if a weight to hold it, a brittle piece of eggshell, mauve in color.