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Dragons didn’t live forever, no matter that they had longevity compared to others, and to have a legacy like that would be amazing.
“I— I don’t even know what to say,” he told Sloan. “You’re talking about giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“So it seems too good to be true, doesn’t it?” Sloan chuckled. “I’m sure there’s a catch somewhere, but right now, I can’t see any bad in this.”
Tyr beamed at Sloan. “I can’t either. All I can see is the good.” He paused, trying to find words for his feelings. He spent a lot oftime alone with his bees and not talking to other dragons, so this was difficult for him, but he had to come up with a way to say it. Sloan deserved it. “You make me feel like I do when I’m with my bees.”
Sloan’s eyes widened. “Thank you. That’s probably more than I could ask for. You make me want things, Tyr.” Sloan’s fingers moved down the glass next to him as if he would touch Tyr, but they both knew better than to reach through the window and try to find contact. Who knew what the wards would do to them if they did that? The magic the guardian brothers and the veil itself had put in place was very strong.
“I should probably go and let you go back to your bed,” Tyr said, his whole body aching. “I’m not sure it’s doing us any good to pine for each other this way at this time of night.”
“Yeah, maybe not.” Sloan gave him a wicked little grin. “But I know what I’m going to dream about tonight when I go back to bed.”
Tyr put his hand on his belly, because there was this feeling down there that was tight and achy but also fluttery. “I think I know what I will dream of too.”
“Be safe, dear one,” Sloan told him. “I know you’re used to flying, but I do worry about you coming up and down the mountain.”
“I’ll be fine, and I’ll see you again soon?” He made it a question, because he feared that someday he would come up to the house and Sloan and his brothers would just be gone.
Sloan cleared his throat. “If you have time, you could come up again tomorrow, or today. Whatever it is.”
“It’s still early in the season for working with the bees, so I could absolutely come up.”
“Then I’ll see you soon. Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight.” Tyr turned to go, taking off his robe so that he could spring into the sky and fly away. Otherwise, he might havejust tried to step through the window and be with Sloan, which was unwise.
But at least he knew now that there was nothing wrong, and that his little bee had just wanted him to be happy.
He sure hoped it worked out that he could be.
Chapter
Five
“You’re not serious.”
Sloan stared at his youngest brother from across their shared rooms. “Of course I am. What do you think? I’m just making this up?”
Riley glared at him. “I am not going to do this; I’m not going across.”
It was fully winter in the human world, and Thanksgiving had come and gone. It had been yummy, and the dragons had come up to celebrate some kind of summer festival with them at the same time.
But all Sloan had been able to see was Tyr. He’d come, stayed long enough to lift a glass of honey mead, and then gone back to the bees.
Sloan understood. He did, because this was the prime time for Tyr to be working on the hives.
And he was just sitting here, learning about Lunastra and waiting for his mate. It just wasn’t reasonable, damn it. He didn’t like it. And he didn’t approve.
“I want to be with him. I need to see Tyr. He’s my mate.”
“Brayden, you’ve got to talk some sense into him!”
Brayden shrugged at Riley. “What for? I want to go too.”
Riley stared. “What?”
“Seriously. I want to go too. I want to be able to fly. I want to see how this whole thing works. There’s all manner of dragons down there, and they’re looking for the same sort of things we are.”
