Pulling in a deep breath, Caleb sat back in his chair. If he just had his dragon’s luck – the luck he was supposed to have been born with – this wouldn’t be an issue. Many a time his father or mother had returned from a buying trip to Europe or South America, talking about how all they’d needed to do to find a valuable canister of film amongst countless stacks was to run their fingers lightly over the shelves: wherever their fingers stopped would, inevitably, be exactly what they were looking for.
Caleb wondered if it might also be the same for copies of wills – sure, his family didn’t hoard old documents, but given how important this was to his mate, surely his dragon’s luck would kick in?
Well,he thought, there’s only one way to find out.I’ll just have to hurry up and get this curse broken. Not just for my sake, but for Kira’s.
But it seemed to him that trying to find the golden artifact in the vastness of the park was worse than looking for a needle in a haystack, especially with a handicap like his. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack on a moonless night in a field full of haystacks and you weren’t actually sure which one the needle was even in.
If only you had someone to help you,his dragon crooned softly, smoke rising gently from its jaws. Someone who knew the park like the back of her hand, for instance.
I already asked, and Kira said she didn’t know about any buried treasure,Caleb told it – he already felt a bit silly for having asked her about it in the first place. But… maybe you have a point.
It’d be better at least to have two people looking than one – but how on Earth was Caleb going to explain the situation to her? He doubted that Kira would believe it if he told her why he was really snooping around the park.
She is our mate. She knows instinctively that she can trust us.
Maybe so,Caleb thought, watching Kira’s face as she looked down at where his fingers still rested on her arm. I guess I can only hope.