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Words he’d missed with an indescribable, heavy ache every day since the day he’d lost her.

“I love you, and I want us to be together,” she said.

He smiled into her hair. Hell, he couldn’t have stopped himself, happiness filling him up so high and fast he might as well be flying.

Thank the gods.

“Did you hear me?” Gwen pulled back slightly, looking up as he tipped his chin to look down at her.

To take in the beauty of her face. The hope and worry in eyes that searched his. Eyes that no longer aimed hurt and blame his way.

Gods, he loved this woman.

“Asher?”

He swooped, kissing her lips, claiming her as his.

After a surprised little gasp, Gwen sighed and melted into him. Neither of them gave their audience a second thought. They’d face all those truths soon enough, no doubt a poignant, difficult conversation, but everything was going to be okay. He knew that now.

This though…this moment was for them.

Asher raised his head. “I love you, too.”

Then he swooped again and held Gwen tightly as he kissed her over and over. Not because she was going to run, but because she’d come home.

To him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Gwen

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Traveling on the back of a dragon was a hell of a lot faster than a pixie could fly. Hell of a lot windier too. And in Scotland, even in the summer, at altitude, it was damn cold. But Asher took care of that, stoking the fire inside him to warm her.

“Almost there,” he let her know.

There.

He meant home.

Their new home.

After all the hard truths had been shared, and mourned, and regretted, and forgiven with her family, Asher had given her choices.

All choices that ended with them together.

He’d told her about attempting to resign from his position under the blue dragon king to come find her, and the king’s offer for them to make their home here. In the end, she’d agreed that the best place for them was Ben Nevis, with Asher doing what he had been blessed with the skills to do best. The lovely part was how close in proximity they were to her own family. After them both being gone for so long, she knew they’d be spending a lot of time there.

Catching up.

They may have lost Goran, but the inevitability of that, and the way he’d chosen to leave this mortal coil, had somehow felt…better…than what they’d thought had happened. Maybe because Goran had been gone long enough that they’d already mourned losing him. Or maybe because they could welcome Asher back into their fold with loving arms.

Asher tipped his wings, spiraling down into treeless mountains then further, into a canyon she’d been able to see, but only because she was supernatural herself. Halfway to a river that wound itself between the crags, Asher dipped, then turned, flying straight through a huge opening into an even more massive hangar.

One full of people and dragons, who all turned to look, as Asher flared his wings wide, setting them down with a rocking motion. Rather than climb down, Gwen spread her fully restored wings, thanks to the healer pixie in their flutter, and flew to the ground.

A pixie’s hearing wasn’t nearly as sharp as a dragon’s, but she still couldn’t miss the hushed whispers that ran through the shifters gathered in the space.

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