Read Light Dragons 01 - Love in the Time of Dragons for Free Online

believe you to be, you cannot wish to live your life without any memories.”
    That stopped me, as did a thought that struck me as important. “Why didn’t I notice before this that I can’t remember things like Brom’s birth?”
    She was silent for a moment, searching my face before answering. “I suspect that whoever expunged your memory applied a compulsion that would keep you from being troubled by the lack. It is only a guess, of course, but you did not become distraught about it until I drove home just how peculiar your circumstances are.”
    I slumped down on the chair nearest the door, exhausted, mentally bruised and battered. “I just want my son.”
    “And you will have him. He will come here as soon as possible,” Gabriel said.
    Hope flared within the dullness of pain inside. “He’s only nine,” I said.
    “May and I will fetch him ourselves,” he answered smoothly. May smiled and twined her fingers through his. “We will let no harm come to him, of that I swear.”
    I watched him for a minute, not sure whether I should trust him or not. A worried little voice warned that I knew little about these people, but they had taken very good care of me for the last five weeks, and I felt an odd bond with May, almost as if I had known her for a very long time. She seemed comfortable to me, trustworthy, and after giving it some thought, reluctantly I agreed. “All right. If you bring Brom to me today, I will stay. For a little bit. Just until you help me discover my memories, so I can prove to you that I’m not a dragon.”
    Two dimples showed deep on either cheek as he smiled at me. I was unmoved by them. I didn’t actually distrust Gabriel, but he didn’t seem as familiar and comfortable to me as May, and the sense of power around him made me wary and left me feeling vaguely unsettled.
    Brom, unfortunately, could not be whisked to me at a moment’s notice. After a lengthy conversation with Penny, the American friend who had taken Brom and me to her heart, she promised to hand him over to Gabriel and May when they arrived in Spain later that afternoon.
    “I’ve never been to England,” Brom said when I told him he was to join me. “Not that I remember. Have I, Sullivan?”
    I panicked. “Brom, you remember last Christmas, don’t you?”
    “Last Christmas? When you got upset because I asked for a dissection kit and you wanted to give me a Game Boy, you mean?”
    I relaxed, the sudden fear that my memory issues were hereditary—or that someone had been abusing his mind—fading into nothing. “Er . . . yes. That’s right.”
    “What about it?”
    “Just remember that sometimes, you may not understand why things are happening, but they turn out for the best,” I said in my “vague but wise” mom manner. “I want you to behave yourself with May and Gabriel when they get there, but if anything happens to them, you call me, all right?”
    “Yeah, OK. Penny says I have to go pack now. Bye.”
    I hung up the phone feeling relieved, but at the same time I was worried. Could I trust Gabriel and May? Where was Gareth, and why had he left Brom for so long? And what was going on with my brain? Was I insane, or just the victim of some horrible plot?
    “I need some serious therapy,” I said aloud, thinking of the small garden plot that I shared with the other residents of our apartment house. It was my haven against daily trials and tribulations, providing me with boundless peace.
    “All silver dragons like plants,” Kaawa said from behind me. “May hasn’t had time yet to take the garden in hand, but I’m sure she’d be happy if you wanted to tidy things up out there.”
    I whirled around to pin her back with a look. “How did you know I was talking about a garden?”
    She just smiled and gestured toward the French windows. Gabriel’s house, although in the middle of London, had a minuscule garden guarded by a tall redbrick wall. My heart lightened at the sight of tangled and overrun flower