Page 64 of Shifting the Flame

Danica gripped the podium, her pulse racing as seven pairs of dragon eyes fixed on her. She took a steadying breath and let her gaze drift across their stern faces, finding surprising warmth in a few.

"Five days ago, I arrived in Ectorius as a stranger with a notebook and a desperate need for coffee," she began, earning a few tentative smiles. "Despite everything that's happened since, I'm genuinely grateful for how most of you welcomed me. You opened your festival, your traditions, and your town to an outsider, and I don't take that lightly."

She glanced at Asher, drawing strength from his unwavering gaze before continuing.

"I won't stand here demanding your trust. I intend to earn it through my actions, through proven loyalty to this community and its future." Her voice grew stronger with each word. "What happened to Garron was a tragedy, and I pledge to honor his memory by helping rebuild the unity that Joni tried to destroy. I believe the right celebration could bring this community closer than ever before."

The oldest council woman leaned forward. "What exactly are you proposing, Ms. Ulrich?"

"A gathering that honors both your dragon traditions and welcomes new perspectives." Danica's mind raced with possibilities, her event-planning instincts kicking into high gear. "Something that transforms pain into progress."

Asher stepped forward beside her, his tall frame radiating power and confidence. He placed his hand on her back, the heat of his touch sending warmth up her spine.

"The Phoenix Rising Festival," he announced, his deep voice resonating through the chamber. "A celebration marking this monumental time in our clutch's history – weaving our ancient traditions with fresh innovations." His green eyes were intense as he surveyed the council. "A time when we open our hearts to all who wish to join our community, regardless of their origins."

Danica felt a rush of pride at the perfect name he'd conjured. From the ashes of betrayal to something beautiful and new – just like them.

The tension in the room visibly dissipated. One by one, the council members nodded their approval. The eldest woman stood first, her silver hair sparkling in the light, as she approached Danica near the small podium.

"Danica Ulrich, this council formally clears you of all charges related to Garron's death." She extended her hand, her grip surprisingly strong. "We officially recognize and welcome you to Ectorius as our Alpha's mate."

Others approached, offering handshakes and cautious smiles. A council member with salt-and-pepper hair clasped her shoulder.

"My Eliza would love to help with the celebration planning. She owns the flower shop on Bayou Street."

"I'd appreciate that," Danica smiled, mentally cataloging the connection.

When they finally exited the town hall, the afternoon sunshine greeted them like a benediction. Danica's shoulders relaxed for what felt like the first time in days. A group of children ran past, chasing a ball across the square.

"Well, that went better than expected," she said, linking her fingers with Asher's. "I thought there'd be more fire-breathing."

"We save that for special occasions." Asher pulled her against his side as they walked toward the bakery. "Like wedding ceremonies."

Danica nearly tripped over a cobblestone. "Is that a proposal, Mr. Mayor?"

"Consider it advanced notice." He stopped, turning to cup her face. "I want you by my side, Danica. Planning festivals, rebuilding this town, and making little half-dragons—all of it."

Her heart thundered wildly. "We've known each other for five days."

"And I've waited my entire life to feel this way." His thumb traced her lower lip. "Tell me you don't feel it too."

"I absolutely do feel it too," she whispered, rising on tiptoes to kiss him properly, not caring who witnessed their public display.

TWENTY-FIVE

ASHER

Asher gazed up at the tapestry of stars blanketing the night sky. His arm draped possessively around Danica as they swayed on the patio swing. The gentle rhythm matched his heartbeat—steady and content—a rare sensation for a man who'd spent years running at full speed. The stone patio cooled beneath his feet while quiet cricket songs carried across his property.

His black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest as he shifted, pulling Danica closer against him. Her curves pressed against his side, the fitted cotton of her V-neck top revealing just enough cleavage to make his dragon stir with appreciation. Those tight jeans she wore hugged every perfect inch of her, making him silently thank whatever cosmic force had delivered her into his life.

"See that constellation?" He pointed upward. "Ancient dragons believed that was the first of our kind, watching over us. Draco."

Danica leaned her head against his shoulder. "So even the stars have dragon stories?"

"Everything has a dragon story if you listen long enough." He inhaled her scent, letting it fill his lungs. Sweet, intoxicating, and entirely his.

The quiet moment settled around them, comfortable in a way Asher hadn't experienced in years. Five days ago, his life had been a lonely mountain of responsibility. Now, somehow, sharing that mountain made it feel less steep.

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