Page 146 of Rescued By The Dragon

He lifted me into his arms, his emerald-colored eyes full of so much that I couldn’t pinpoint his mood.

“We need a honeymoon,” he said.

I smiled up at him. “Maybe after we get the kingdom on its feet.”

I glanced down at the kingdom and it broke my heart. “Tomorrow is going to be a big day. We need to figure out a plan to fix everything and get the place in some kind of order.”

Dorran stroked his fingertips against my skin. “I don’t want to talk about tomorrow. I want to be alone with you.”

A feverish blush crawled up my skin. It reminded me of my time before my powers. A time when I was a shy little human who didn’t know anything about sex or a man. Things had changed when my powers arrived.

A siren was a charming, sensual being.

I was no longer that.

It’d been taken away.

I was left with the human side of me.

Maybe that was a good thing. I’d once loved myself as a human. I could do it again.

Dorran shot into the evening sky, curled me into his arms, and held me closer than before.

To know he loved me regardless of my status, and his parents' inability to comprehend our love was comforting.

Dorran didn’t sit me down until after we'd made it inside the cabin. Toby shot up from the couch searching Dorran’s face for some type of clarification of the day.

“How’d it go?” he finally asked.

“Fine,” Dorran said. “My father apologized. My mother did not.”

Sasha stood up from the loveseat where she’d been reading. “She didn’t apologize for treating Amara like crap?”

“I don’t need her apology.”

“Yeah, but you deserve it,” Sasha said, she popped her hip to the side and folded her arms. “You’re being too nice.”

“Is there such a thing?” I whispered. “I forgive them without them asking for it.”

Sasha glared with a pleading face.

Dorran cleared his throat. “I need to be alone with Amara tonight.”

Toby gestured for Sasha to follow him outside. “Let me know if you need anything before the morning.”

“Tomorrow I will need your help. We’re going to meet with the kingdom and set a plan to rebuild it.”

“I’ll be here in the morning,” he said, leaving the two of us alone.

Dorran turned to look at me, and I hated the pitied look on his face.

I braced my hand on the kitchen island beside me and looked down at the granite. “Don’t pity me.”

“I don’t,” Amara,” he whispered, stepping over to palm each side of my face. “I envy your ability to let things go. To forgive the unforgivable. How? How do you do it?”

My bottom lip trembled. “Because when I stand in front of my maker, I want him to forgive me for my sins the way I was able to forgive others.”

Dorran pressed his forehead against mine, lowered his hands to my waist, and picked me up to his chest. He placed soft kisses all over my jawline and neck while carrying me to the bathroom.

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