Separate Paths

Zinnia stayed in her position for what seemed an eternity, expecting at any moment to feel the blast of dragon fire on her back or the sting of a vampire bite on her leg. She poked her head out as Luca’s momentum slowed. They were at the base of a large mountain, covered in snow with a few trees seeming to poke out in defiance of the blizzard that Katalea had called. She felt the frozen wind nip at her face instantly and she quickly buried her head again.

“If you can hear me Zinnia, and you are ok, squeeze real tight,” she heard in her head. She obliged and squeezed her legs. She had no idea what the sensation did to him to have her legs wrapped around him in that fashion. He blocked his inappropriate thoughts even as he felt his body responding.

“Not the place, not the time,” he told himself. When it came to her, there probably would never be a “right time.” He shook his head at the thought as sadness crept through him. When had he become so sappy?

“Focus on saving her,”