Torrent narrowed his eyes on Surge and growled a warning. The male paled and looked at his feet. “Candy,” he called to his mate. He could scent her. Could scent… fear.

Why the fuck was she scared?

The males moved to make a path. His female’s face was pale. Her eyes were wide. She didn’t look at any of the others, she didn’t blush or turn away. His female was still shy when dragons were in a state of undress. It was something that he normally found funny. A group of males this large should’ve had her covering her eyes.

Her lack of reaction scared him more than her pale skin or her trembling hands. Torrent quickly closed the distance between them. “What is it? What’s wrong? What happened?”

At last she seemed to notice that they were surrounded by an audience. Still no blushing though. “Um…” her lip wobbled.

“Surge,” he all but snarled. “You take over the leadership role. The Eiffel Tower is your mark. First male back, wins.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Surge said. He began to address the team.

Torrent turned his focus back to Candy, back to where it belonged. “Come with me.” He put an arm around her. There were a few dragons in the great hall. They nodded their heads.

The scent of her fear and confusion only grew worse. “I’ve got you.” He opened the first door they came across. It led to the great library. There was one male present. “Please, give us some privacy.”

The male nodded. “Of course, my lord.” He bowed to Candy as he passed them. “My lady.” Then he left, closing the door behind him.

Torrent’s heart was beating out of his chest. He turned to face Candy, putting his hands on her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s something wrong with me,” she blurted.

Torrent ran a hand through his hair. “Wrong? How wrong? Did something happen?”

She nodded. “I’m sick or… something…” She widened her eyes. “I… it can’t be… it just can’t.” She tore out of his grip and paced away from him.

“Candy.” There was a hint of anguish in the way he said her name. A hint of desperation. It was how he felt right now. “What are you saying? I don’t follow.” His hands felt clammy. His heart rate picked up even more. So much so, that he put a hand to his chest.

She bit down on her bottom lip. “I felt something inside me. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t.”

She looked like she was freaking out. What she was saying made zero sense. “What do you mean?” He took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm the fuck down.

“It’s just… it was…” She was breathing deeply, her eyes still wide. “Oh god. It can’t be. Either I’m crazy or I’m… no way… sick. I must be sick.” She nodded.