“It was a birthday present from my mother.” And it happens to be the last remaining dragon in history hiding in plain sight as a bracelet of all things.
“Did she get it online?”
“No. It’s a family heirloom.” I could feel the dragon tighten his hold on me and a little burst of heat flaring up to show he was happy with the compliment.
Stop that already, I begged. It was uncomfortably hot; I was about to start perspiring just from standing still.
“Are you alright?” Chelsea dropped my hand and peered at me. “You look flushed. Are you sick?” She ducked into a defensive move, covering her mouth and leaning away.
I couldn’t blame her. Getting sick was one of the worst things that could happen to us. “I’m fine. Honestly, not sick here. Calm down.”
It’s the dragon’s fault. He’s raising my normal temperature, which was always higher than the average person (thanks ancestors), and making it too obvious.
Chelsea lowered her hand and slid backwards in a graceful waddle. “Yeah, I know. You never catch a cold even though I can’t understand how you can train with no gloves or a jacket to start off in.” She shoved her own gloved hands into the pockets of her jacket. “It’s just not normal for you to be so sweaty before training.”
I followed her with my own little waddle, gliding out and over the ice. If I could get away with it, I would skate in shorts and a singlet.
Yet another benefit of being a friend to dragons (lame name, still); the high body temp and the love of all things hot.
And here I was, rebelling in my family by becoming a figure skater.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s Hell freezing over.” I tried to joke.
“Not that you would notice,” she transitioned so she was facing the same way as me. “Let’s get warmed… okay, let’s just start and I’ll get warmed up.”
I rolled my eyes and gave her a playful shove with my hand. Chelsea had been my rink mate for three years, we’d competed against each other, pointed out weaknesses and helped to correct them, and spent most of our time together training. The only thing we didn’t do was live together.
But I would never ever tell her about the dragon or my family history. That was a Hell no. Mostly because the dragon would probably kill her to protect himself.
I sighed. That was a really depressing thought to be having.
Chelsea pulled away from me, doing forward crossovers.
She was far enough she’d never hear me. “Hey dragon.” He responded with a quick tighten on me. “Stop with the temperature thing. It’s annoying the fuck out of me.” He didn’t respond.
Moving my arms to behind my back I wrapped my fingers around his body and squeezed threateningly. “Cool down, okay? You’re making it too suspicious… Ouch!”
The brat bit me.
I brought my hand up and to my mouth, sucking on the blood. “That’s it,” I muttered around my fingers. “I’m calling you Elvis from now on.”
He loosened, nearly falling off my wrist before tightening painfully again.
“Nope, my mind is made up.” This was going to be a war of the stubborn. And that was something I could win. Elvis was about to find that out.