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The perfect stitch in time.

She looked at Adina, her mouth forming an O of understanding.

Adina smiled back at her. “Gingerbread dropped hints, like little treat trails, but he never pushed you, Min. He was wise enough to let events unfold as they should. Seems I trained him well after all.” Adina picked up the book and handed it back to Min. “And, voila, here you both are. Isn’t magic wonderful?”

CHAPTER 29

An hour later, Ethan stood with Min outside on the sunny sidewalk.

It felt like many centuries had passed, and yet at the same time, not even the blink of an eye.

Which all made sense now, bearing in mind Adina’s comments about time. So much had happened, so much made sense, suddenly, about his family’s history, about him and Min.

But all that paled in comparison to the fact that right now, here he was, with the love of his life beside him, out in the sunny bustling street.

His eyes panned to The Hole In The Wall. It was hardly a surprise, he realized, that Adina’s office was right next to the rubble.

Of course it was. She’d tugged bricks away with her own bare hands, along with Min’s father.

Ethan really wished he’d gotten to meet the man, but the fact that his father was also involved in LOMAH—that meant a lot.

Magic. Yes, it sure was amazing, just as Adina said.

His chest puffed out; he was one proud dragon right now. At peace with himself, as though the missing parts of the puzzle had been slotted into place. And he was totally, madly in love with his Westwind woman.

He may be a strange hybrid of human and dragon, but so what if he’d never shift? He’d never own an airport on human land either, and hey, he was okay with that.

The future… it belonged to his younglings, to the ones that he and Min would have together, the life they would lead, to his family succeeding in ways he hadn’t even imagined possible.

Excitement bubbled inside him.

No promises, Adina had said, but so many possibilities.

He held onto Min’s hands and swung her around right there in the street in front of everyone, his wings arcing out behind him. “Let’s fly home.”

“Really?”

“Yep. You are a Westwind—for centuries your people flew on dragons’ backs.”

She looked at him, still a little hesitant. “But Ethan, the rules about flying… the keeping up appearances.”

“Oh, sod that!” He laughed, then ripped off his jacket and dropped it on the street, earning him some strange looks. A young bear shifter walked past. “You’re not throwing that away, are you?”

“Have it. Finest daisy moth silk and linen. The jacket’s yours.” He tied his shirt around his waist, then crouched down.

“Climb on,” he told Min.

“Oh gosh, this isn’t going to be very elegant.” Min giggled. “Hope I don’t lose my glasses up there.”

“You’ll be in the ley of my wings. It will be completely calm.” How he knew that, he wasn’t sure, but he did.

He felt her soft, warm little hands around his neck, and then he unfurled his wings to their full width. It wasn’t the easiest of take-offs in the middle of a busy weekday street, but his heart was already soaring. He could do this, with his mate on his back.

“Step to the side, please, dragon about to take flight,” he bellowed at the crowd.

They stood aside, gaping. “Oh gawd, just look at that will you Millicent?” a centipede said to their ant mate.

And then they were off, soaring above the street, up, up to the roofs of buildings above the streetlamps, his arms circling back to hold Min tight as her arms wrapped equally tightly around his neck.

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