Cain barely had time to breathe before he noticed it. Maris was trembling. Her massive, violet-and-crimson scales, still shimmering faintly from the residual power of Dragonization, rippled with the motion.
Her golden eyes, once blazing with uncontrolled fury, darted downward. Cain squinted, unsure if the shift he was seeing was real. A warmth flushed across her cheeks. She was blushing.
The realization hit him slowly. The dragon-like rage that had consumed her, the almost unstoppable fury, had been interrupted by something utterly human. Something small. Something that had shattered the grip of her wrath without him having to say a single word, without him having to fight her.
