Page 22 of Heart of the High King
“Most people prefer smiles,” Brogan drawled. “Figures you’d wind up with a strong dragon.”
“Says the man mated to one of the most powerful sorcerers on the planet.”
“Themost powerful wielder of light, if you want to get technical, but who cares, really? That’s not why I love him.”
“I wish I could say that at the beginning you were sure it was going to work out, but you were completely fucked up and convinced he was a freak.”
“Well, he is, and freaks are the best. Time will tell if things are going to work out for you too.”
“Gee, that’s very reassuring.”
Brogan got to his feet. “That’s all you get for not sneaking into my bedroom at least one night,” he teased. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go inside and allow the other half of my soul to ream my ass for acting like a shithead.”
“If you weren’t smiling, I might feel sorry for you.”
“Wait until you try make-up sex…or, you know, any kind. And hey, Aleksander?”
“Yeah?”
“Congratulations. Be patient. Listen to him when he talks and get to know him. That’s the only way you’ll discover if Fate got it right. But considering her rate of failure, I’d say the odds are pretty damn good that you’ll be out in the garden making your promises to High King-mate Rafferty.”
“Try High King. No mate of mine will be anything less than my equal.”
Brogan smirked. “I was just checking to be sure you were going to be fair.”
“Fuck you.”
“I should’ve been spending a few centuries fucking you.”
“My crush didn’t last that long,” Aleksander confessed. “A couple of years, maybe.”
“Same, but even when those feelings faded, I wasn’t oblivious to how hot you were.”
Raising his hands above his head, Brogan stretched his long frame to the right, making Aleksander’s brows come together quizzically. “You need to go inside before Dra’Kaedan melts the planet because of your stupid mouth. And what the hell are you doing?”
“Making sure I’m nice and loose for when the Grand Warlock tackles me to the bed.”
“Go away so I can text my mate.”
