First Chosen by the Dragon (Evelyn) novel Chapter 39

[Evelyn’s POV]

Sleep won’t come. I’ve tried counting breaths, counting waves against the cliffs, counting the hours until dawn when the road from the eastern forests will carry Mintia straight through these gates.

Every number brings tomorrow closer, and tomorrow brings people who knew my face before I learned to hide it.

I stare at the ceiling and catalogue every way they might recognize me. My jawline—Father’s, unmistakable in certain light. The way I shift weight to my right leg, a habit Cassandra trained into me with a sparring injury when we were twelve.

I’ve dyed my hair dark, cut it shorter, built muscle that reshapes my silhouette. But disguises are surfaces, and the people arriving tomorrow were raised to see beneath them.

“You’re spiraling,” Aspis says through the bond. “I can feel every loop. Round and round, tighter each time.”

“I’m being realistic. Cassandra’s coming, Aspis. Cassandra, who memorized the way I breathe just so she could tell Father when I was lying. And Kael, who—” I stop.

Press my palms against my eyes until colors burst behind my lids. “They’ll walk through the great hall. They’ll eat where I eat, and one wrong turn in a corridor, one moment where I forget to keep my head down—”

“Then come to me. Stop lying in that bed, pretending the walls will protect you. Come.”

I’m already pulling on my boots. The service corridors are second nature—left at the cracked pillar, down through Draven’s empty study, into the hidden passage that smells of salt and deep stone.

The tunnels narrow, then widen, and the air shifts from stale to alive, charged with brine. The sea cave opens around me, dark water stretching beneath the vaulted ceiling, starlight threading through the natural arch at the far wall.

Aspis is already awake, watching the passage with amber eyes that catch what little light exists and multiply it. She’s heavy now—dense with growing muscle and thickening bone, packed tight with mass that promises something enormous.

When she uncurls from the rocks, the stone groans beneath her shifting weight. Not a hatchling anymore. Something is building inside her that mirrors what’s building inside me—pressure, readiness, the knowledge that hiding has an expiration date.

I sink against the cave wall, pull my knees to my chest, and wrap my arms around them. Aspis crosses the floor in three strides and curls her body around mine—a wall of warm scales and dense muscle, her tail sweeping a wide arc to close the circle.

Her neck curves until her head rests beside my hip, and her breath washes over me in slow waves that smell of salt and something older. Fire, maybe. The promise of it.

“You are not the girl who fled Mintia,” she says, and there’s nothing gentle in it. A fact delivered with the certainty of something that has watched me rebuild myself bone by bone.

“What if they see through me?” The terror spills out of me, unbridled. “What if Cassandra takes one look and knows—not suspects, knows—and everything we’ve built here collapses because I wasn’t clever enough to stay invisible?”

“Then I burn anyone who touches you.” It should frighten me. The casualness, the absolute absence of hesitation—she means it the way gravity means down. Fire and screaming, diplomatic catastrophe, war.

Instead something in my chest uncoils and goes still, like a wound meeting pressure after hours of throbbing. It steadies me.

I press my face into her scales, feeling heat pulse beneath them. “If something goes wrong tomorrow,” I whisper, “promise me you’ll fly. Don’t stay for me. Get out through the arch, follow the coastline, find somewhere they’ll never look. You’re what matters. Not me. They can’t have you.”

“I will not fly.” Her voice moves through the bond like something ancient settling into stone. “I will not hide. If they come for you, they will understand what I am. Every single one of them, Evelyn. They will understand, and they will remember, and they will carry that understanding for whatever remains of their lives.”

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