demise.” She folded her arms over her chest. “Hear me and hear me well. You will be mated. You will have a long life. If at any point you start to think like this again, I will smack some sense into you until that brain of yours is back in normal working order. Got it?”
He did. He didn’t want to give in to her manipulation, but the idea of Drayken getting Becca because Vikter looked like shit didn’t sit well with him. It was time to go home and shave. He’d deal with whatever female Gerri had in mind later. Becca consumed his thoughts. Only Becca.
TWELVE
Becca glanced down the thousand-foot drop with trepidation. She really needed to say no whenever someone dared her to do something. But it was like a disease. She wanted to prove she could do whatever was asked of her.
“This isn’t really fair, Charlotte,” Becca yelled over her shoulder. “I don’t know anything about these sheets.”
Charlotte’s giggles sounded behind Becca. “You said you’d do it. No backing out now.”
Becca growled. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing, but she knew Charlotte had gotten the thin sheet to wrap around Becca’s arms and legs, meeting at her waist. She swore the sheet wasn’t that big, but it had grown to fit around her torso and hung down her back like a homemade parachute—a very flimsy one.
“Won’t you feel bad if I die trying to fulfill a dare?” Becca asked. “I’m your favorite sister!”
“You’re my only sister.” Charlotte giggled. “You’re not going to die, you wuss,” Charlotte said. “Jump already.”
She prayed she wouldn’t land like a pancake on the icy ground and ran, jumping off the mountain. A scream lodged at the back of her throat. She didn’t want to see herself die, but there was no closing her eyes.
She dove, head first, going down fast and hard, and suddenly the thin sheet pulled back, reshaping into a thicker material and filling with air; she was now floating.
She laughed uncontrollably. For a moment, she almost peed her pants from fear of dying. Adrenaline replaced fear, and wonder over the landscape had her glancing everywhere on her descent.
A big purple dragon came her way. She forgot all about the landscape and watched the shiny, beautiful dragon. Much smaller than the golden one she’d seen before, the purple lowered to a landing right where Becca was going.
She landed on her feet but her wobbly legs gave way, and she tumbled forward in the snow, rolling until her body bumped into the dragon’s front claws, her head resting on its foot. It was then she noticed the purple dragon had a bag strapped around one of its talons.
Becca gasped, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, my goodness. You are such a beauty!” she squealed.
The dragon lowered its head and sniffed at Becca, then licked her entire face and half her body in one swipe. Becca wiped at her face then raised a hand and petted the animal lovingly. Excitement flooded her system. She couldn’t believe she’d come this close to two dragons.
“I can’t believe you’re purple. What a unique color,” she gushed.
The dragon moved back, and Becca watched, in shock, as the animal shrunk in size and its limbs reshaped. Scales withdrew and were eaten by flesh. The pretty purple dragon turned into Razzy.
“Holy shit, girl!” Becca jumped to her feet and slapped a hand over her mouth.
Razzy laughed and pulled an outfit out of her bag. She dressed quickly and then turned to Becca. “You didn’t know there were dragon shifters?”
Becca shook her head. “No. But I have to warn you. I love dragons. Will your family be upset if I kidnap you and take you to live with me? I promise to feed you.”
Razzy chuckled, sliding the bag over her shoulder and walking to Becca. “Vikter would probably have something to say about that.”
“Yeah,” Becca grumbled. “I have no luck.”
Razzy pulled out a pair of suede-like boots from her bag and slipped them on. “I came to invite you