Page 47 of An Accident Waiting to Dragon

The instant those cool rays hit her, Gwen started to glow.

Faintly at first.

Then bright and brighter as she tipped her face to the majesty of the light that fed her power. “Hello, mistress,” she greeted the crescent orb in the sky.

The moon never answered, but Gwen had talked to her since she was a little girl. She considered them to be friends.

“Should I let you go?” the dragon asked.

“I broke my wing.”

“So no.”

“I’ll climb up, if I may.”

He loosened his grip on her. “Be my guest.”

Out from the shadow of the massive dragon’s hold, the moonlight struck her fully—sweet, cool, and effervescent. Like swimming in the pure waters of the stream-fed pond they’d found on the island. Gwen reveled in it as she climbed, even as she urged her body to take it in faster. The glow surrounding her, emanating from her very core through her skin, through her soul, burned brighter and brighter and brighter.

“Well fuck me sideways.” The dragon she was now seated on the back of murmured the words almost reverently. “Never seen anything like that.”

“Don’t look at me directly,” she urged.

“I’m not a novice,” he grumbled back.

She would have chuckled if her mind wasn’t entirely with Asher. He was already so sick before she’d left him in the cave.

After fighting the wraiths…

“Hold on a little longer,” she urged him. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

She held out, absorbing as much as she could. If she needed more, she’d come back, but quickly getting her light into Asher’s body to fight the shadows was more important. Everything inside her cried out to get to him fast.

Like her soul was tied to his and knew.

Knew that he was almost gone.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

“Take me to him,” she urged.

“Yes, ma’am.” The green dragon tipped over in a fluid slide, tucking his wings in tight, taking them straight down in a breath-snatching, wind-rushing, almighty blur of motion.

Gwen held on tight to the spike she sat behind, then sort of grunted and groaned at the same time when he flared his wings, pulling them sharply to a halt just in time to touch his feet down. She rocked with his body through the landing, then again as he dropped to his belly, allowing her to climb off.

She didn’t have to ask where to go.

The group of four men and one woman gathered around a prone form on the ground was impossible to miss.

So was the odd sense of knowing settled dead center in her chest.

She could feel Asher.

Only mates could do that, and usually only after they’d mated, and their bond settled into place.

Gwen didn’t bother with niceties. “Let me through.” She shoved her way past several broad-shouldered giants, men who were about as immovable as mountains. But they moved for her until she was in the inner circle, where she dropped to her knees at Asher’s side.

At the sight of his face, fear took a tight grip of her heart, threatening to rip it out.

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