it.â
âIâm glad to hear that,â I said, shrugging my shoulders a few times to get used to the metal lodged between my breasts. It warmed quickly to skin temperature but left me feeling very aware that a priceless artifact was stuffed down my bra.
Gabriel flashed his dimples at me and escorted me down an aisle that cut through the chairs, Maata and Tipene following silently. He stopped for a moment when a couple of people rose and greeted him, speaking in a lyrical but unfamiliar language.
I am not a nervous person by nature, but I will admit that the situation gave me a nearly overwhelming desire to slip into the shadows. The room was too brightly lit, however, the lights glittering on gold-paneled walls and matching golden furniture, and even off a gold and old rose carpet. I suspected the dragons chose the room as their meeting place more for the ambiance than for functionality, but none of that made me feel any more comfortable.
Covertly, I brushed a bit off lint off the black wool pants Gabriel had bought me that morning, tweaking the tight cuff of the blouse he had presented me with earlier, saying heâd had it specially made for me. It was a very soft, silky black material he called dragonweave, heavily embroidered with real silver thread and precious gems in an intricate design of fanciful dragons that leaped and danced around the shirt. It was very pretty, and although I admired it greatly, not to mention worried about wearing what must surely be such an expensive item, I didnât think much about it until I put it on. Then I noticed that the black material beneath the embroidery had shadows in itâshadows that seemed to move of their own accord. Although the value of the shirt weighed heavily on my mind, prompting me to make a mental promise I wouldnât go near anything that could be spilled on it, wearing the shirt made me feel different somehow, as if I was more than what I was normally.
âThis is my mate, May Northcott,â Gabriel said suddenly in English, turning to present me to three dragons. They wore cloth bright with black and silver African designs, the man in a loose-fitting tunic and pants, the women in garments resembling caftans, with head ties made of the same material. All three murmured a greeting, their silver eyes oddly startling against dark mahogany skin.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you,â I said politely, knowing better than to offer my hand. Citizens of the Otherworld did not touch one another unless invited to do so, either overtly or indirectly. Too much could be sensed by skin-to-skin contact, and although I wasnât sure the dragons followed such etiquette, I didnât want to start off on the wrong foot with members of Gabrielâs sept.
âThis is Eniiyi and Nkese,â Gabriel introduced the women. âThey are from Nigeria. Eniiyi is a close friend of my motherâs.â
The older woman studied me for a moment, a curious look in her eyes; then without warning she enveloped me in a hug that threatened to squeeze the breath right out of me. âKaawa will be pleased with this one,â she said as she released me.
I assumed Kaawa was Gabrielâs mother, wondering about the âthis oneâ commentâhad Gabriel brought other women home for parental approval?
Gabriel said nothing, just nodded and introduced me to the male dragon. âCibo is from Botswana. He had business in England and stopped in Paris for the sárkány .â
âI cannot express just how pleased we all are to know that a mate has been found for Gabriel,â Cibo said in a clipped English accent. He didnât hug me, but he did take one of my hands in both of his as he spoke. âNot only is he worthy of such an honor, it brings hope to those of us who have yearned for mates of our own.â
âThank you. I will do my best to live up to the job.â
He released my hand, bowed to Gabriel, and returned to his
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