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Still, at least I’m able to shift down here.
Nearby, heat emanates from a large machine of some kind. It emits a soft buzzing that, even after days of being in this world, still sounds like a roar in my ears.
My heart aches for home.
For the soft breezes that move our grasses.
For the bubbling brooks that bring fresh water to our homes.
But mostly, it aches for the chance to take the woman I love somewhere safe and familiar. Somewhere nothing and no one can ever harm her.
This world is loud and dangerous.
Toxic.
I don’t belong in it—but Paige does.
Since the moment she told me of her vow to this place, I’ve thought of nothing else. And at the height of my desperation for her, our future became clear to me.
Her heart owns me whether she knows it or not.
There is no choice for me anymore.
I will stay with her, no matter what it costs me. To leave will kill me, but it’s not my life I care about anymore. All that matters is the safety of my mate, and to ensure that, I must remain by her side to protect her from any threats that rise against her.
In order to do that, I must give up my kingdom. Something Ineverthought I would do. But for a lifetime with Paige?
There is nothing I won’t do.
Chapter18
Paige
My muscles protest the moment I try to move. When my eyes open, the light is soft—until I blink and realize there’s a leathery wing blocking the harsh overhead lighting from my sleepy eyes.
“Ugh,” I groan, blinking as the wing moves aside. I sit up, eyeing the dank basement around me with disdain.
Then, my eyes meet that of the dragon currently looking down at me, and my cheeks flush. I’m still naked. And very, very cuddly with a scaly beast.
“Your scales are softer than I imagined,” I say before I can stop myself.
Those giant crystal eyes blink owlishly back at me.
Tentatively, I reach out and press my palm to the side of his face. Hot breath rushes from its nostrils, and I jerk my hand back.
The dragon ducks its head.
Is he...sorry?
My life is so weird.
Then I remember what happened between me and said dragon-man last night and decide maybe weird is the wrong word. Hot seems appropriate. Sexy works too. Mind-blowing. Life-altering. I could go on, but my phone beeps, interrupting my reminiscing about what was absolutely the best sex of my life—thus far.
At the sound of my alarm going off, reality slams back into focus, and I groan again, getting reluctantly to my feet.
The dragon grunts unhappily as I leave the warmth of the cocoon he’s made for me with his wing.
“I need to get to work,” I say apologetically as I hurry to get dressed.
