Ophelia's heart dropped to her stomach. Her hands shook, and she lost her composure. Staring at the dragon on his back, its golden eyes, she recognized herself.
Sensing her dread, Nikolai turned to face her and he let his hair fall freely onto his back.
"This..." She gulped. "This is how deep the connection is..?"
Nikolai said nothing. What was there to say? Was he supposed to apologize? This revelation was bound to happen. Obviously.
She dropped her head. Silently, she bent down and began to pick the glass fragments, her thoughts completely blank as she did so. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to say anything.
Sighing in frustration, she took the glass in her hands. "I won't go to sleep till you respond to my questions."
"Hmm?"
Ophelia sighed once more and raised her gaze to him. "I..."