Page 95 of Tempting Her Dragons

Mom starts driving and I inhale Saphira’s sweet fire scent and my heart starts beating again. We haven’t left her since we met, and having her not at our side was horrible. I knew she was powerful and can take care of herself in most situations, but not knowing what she was going through was torturous.

Saphira slips into sleep, and her grip relaxes.

I still hold tight, never wanting to let go.

Once we settle Saphira into bed, we step outside where Mom and Sally are waiting.

“How is she?” Sally asks, jumping from the chair.

“She barely moved,” King says. “The shift took a lot out of her.”

“She’ll probably sleep the rest of the night,” I say.

“She was fierce,” Mom says. “I wanted to kill the woman.”

“Mom,” I say, cupping her shoulders. “Thank you for going after her.”

“I regret taking her there,” she says, circling my elbows. “It was the least I could do.”

“It would have taken us longer to find her if you didn’t,” King says.

“You found my trail,” she says.

“Yes,” he says.

“We knew you would protect her,” I say, pulling her against my chest. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Shit,” she mutters. “Saphy is my new daughter. You can’t lose her now.” I loosen my arms, letting her hug King. “I want grandbabies.”

“We know,” King chuckles.

“Get on that,” she demands, pulling back to glare.

“Yes, Mom,” he says.

“I’m glad you were there, Sally,” I say, and she startles.

“I didn’t do anything,” she denies.

“Yes, you did,” King says. “Saphira is lucky to have you in her life.” Her cheeks turn red.

“Enough of this,” Sally says. “I can’t lust after Saphira’s mates.”

Mom grins. “I’m going back to Sally’s. Why don’t we bring breakfast tomorrow?”

“Alright, if Saphira’s up to it,” I say.

“We’ll call in the morning if she is,” King says.

“Okay, love you both,” Mom says, twining her arm through Sally’s.

“Me, too,” Sally chirps as they move toward Mom’s truck. I’ll have to thank the bear for bringing it back from the coffee shop.

We move in unison after we make sure they get safely in the vehicle and drive away. We secure the doors, double-check everylock, and turn off the lights. Shutting the bedroom door after us, I shed my shirt and pants, and King does the same.

After we settle beside Saphira, the silence is broken by her light snore, and I grin. I haven’t smiled since the last time I saw her.

“We can’t lose her,” I whisper.

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