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“I have little food here. I take most meals at the council or with my family. We will need to date for you to be fed. You will need to eat. It is evening mealtime.”

Ah, so that’s what he meant. Possibly. “Just so I understand,” I said. “Are you saying we should go out to eat? Or are you saying we should wait for a few weeks before we claim each other?”

Dimitri’s eyes widened at my question. “Nyet. We need to eat. I will take you on a date, and we will eat. Then we will come back here and discuss things in the bedroom.”

I couldn’t stop my smile. “Is there really anything to discuss?” I asked. “Although, I should probably ask you where you want your claiming mark. Is there any place on your body that is super sensitive, in a sensual way?”

Dimitri nodded slowly. “Ja. I have several.”

I smiled. “Good. You can decide which one you want your claiming mark to be while you take me out to eat somewhere.” I gave his hand a squeeze before I stood. “I’m hungry and certainly agree we should eat before we expend more energy.”

It took Dimitri only seconds before he was on his feet, once more towering over me. I wasn’t so sure about his taller height earlier, but I had to admit I could certainly get used to it. Dimitri looked as if he was going to say something, but instead, he laced our fingers together before he pulled me from the room. It looked like I was going to get not only a meal but a date with my newly discovered One as well. I certainly wasn’t going to complain about that.

Chapter 5

Dimitri

Iwasn’t sure how I’d been gifted with such an amazing mate, but I wasn’t going to question it. I had honestly expected to have to spend at least several weeks romancing my mate. I wasn’t sure if it was because Caspian was a warlock or the fact that he was a bit older that caused him to have the attitude about it that he did. Either way, I wasn’t going to take issue with it.

I hadn’t been expecting to meet my mate, but I didn’t think any of us ever did. That being said, I didn’t have anything in my place to take care of a mate. I needed to make a quick trip to the store, at the minimum.

“You know, if you didn’t want to go out, I could do supper for us,” Caspian said.

I looked at him in question until it hit me. My mate was a warlock. He wouldn’t need to go to the store for anything—he could simply use magic.

“What did you have in mind? I eat anything. I mean that. Anything.”

“You don’t have a favorite food?”

I shook my head.

“Nothing in particular at all?”

“Nyet. I eat everything. I am the least picky person you will probably meet when it comes to food. How about you? We can have your favorite. That will work for me.” I nodded, hoping he would take the hint and simply have what he wanted. “I eat at the council. I can cook though, so I will have no issues with taking care of you. I just need to go to the store, and we can get the things to use the kitchen.”

Caspian slowly shook his head as he walked toward the kitchen. “Do you even have the things needed to cook?” he asked as he opened a cabinet. He looked back at me, surprise evident on his face. “You have plates?”

I shrugged. “They came with the place. My house in Europe had everything. It still does. My brother looks after it for me, but maybe it is time to let it go.”

Caspian leaned against the counter. “You didn’t say where you’re from.”

I shook my head. “I was born in the middle of Dedushka’s territory on the Kamchatka Peninsula in what is now known as Russia. Most recently, I have lived in Estonia.”

Caspian made a face. “Do you like it? I shouldn’t be that way because I’ve never been. I fit in so well with the humans in Madrid.”

I shrugged. “I don’t quite have that luxury. I need to fly several times a month in order to keep my dragon happy.”

“Where did you do it there?”

“Over the Baltic Sea. My brother and I would go out together. It’s always safer in pairs when you aren’t somewhere completely secure. When we would all go home to Dedushka’s territory, there was no worry. We would fly every day. I fly most days here.”

Caspian bit his lip. I could tell he had a question, and he most likely wanted to know if he could either see my dragon or if Iwould take him flying. The answer would always be yes to both. “What is your question?”

“What color is your dragon? Will you show me?”

I nodded. “I will even take you flying if you wish. But my dragon is purple with a gold sheen to his scales. My wings are gold, as are the spines on my back.” Caspian’s mouth dropped open a bit. I chuckled.

“I definitely want to see your dragon. When can I meet him?”

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