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Logan recalled the dream. He hadn’t seen her face, but he had seen a blue diamond and had the feeling of running. He hadn’t understood the dream, but his dragon had. It had pushed him to wake far sooner than he had planned.

“A premonition of sorts,” he said, wanting to tell her the truth but not wanting to scare her.

She appeared to lower her head as if she was thinking. It wasn’t until her breathing became even, that he realized she was asleep. Few humans could slumber in such a position, but he assumed she had learned to rest in the most unusual places due to her job.

As Logan rose from the table, a determined resolve settled within him. With measured steps, he moved around the table until he stood before Emily. He scooped her into his arms, still surprised by how slight her frame was. She seemed so fragile, so delicate in his arms, like a porcelain doll crafted with exquisite care. But Logan knew better than to underestimate her strength. She had been forged in the crucible of adversity.

The weight of her past hung in the air like a dark specter. Logan couldn’t help but wonder how she had survived such a perilous existence, how she had endured the trials that had shaped her into the woman she was today. He was determined to break her free from the chains that bound her, to offer her a chance at a new life, a life untainted by fear and oppression.

As he carried her to her bedroom, Logan couldn’t shake the feeling of powerlessness. It was a rare feeling for a dragon, and he found he didn’t like it. He could demand all he wanted, but he knew that true liberation could only come from within her, from the depths of her own courage and determination. With a silent prayer on his lips, he gently laid her down on the bed, tucking her in the blankets with a tenderness born of longing and concern.

He hesitated, uncertain whether to join her in the bed or to keep his distance. In the end, he chose the latter, settling into the white chair in the corner of the room. From this vantage point, he could watch over her as she slept, a silent guardian in the darkness, ready to shield her from whatever danger hunted her.

The moment he had been in the room with her, he had known she was his. While his dragon had urged him to grab her and take her back to the safety of the cabin, Legion had warned that the new era didn’t allow such action. He was out of his depth in this new world, and he knew he needed some guidance.

Legion.

Yes, my brother.

I have found my mate.

That is excellent news. Are you bringing her to meet the others soon?

She is in trouble, but I do not know the full scope of it yet.

What concerns you?

She has a dark after her, but there is more to it. Her human family are criminals and she is wrapped up in it. I need them investigated before I make a rash decision. My dragon wants to grab her and go, but that could have unforeseen effects.

I agree. Your dragon will act on instinct. You must control him until the time is right. We will investigate this criminal family. Siro is on his way back to you.

I will remain inside with Emily.

Send me everything you have on the family. We will extract her from this mess one way or another.

Agreed.He cut contact with his leader, thankful he had a family that would always have his best interest at heart. Emily had lost that when her mother died.

And as he sat there, bathed in the soft glow of daylight, Logan couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for them, whether she would find solace and redemption in his arms, or whether the shadows of her past would forever haunt their steps.

CHAPTER 7

As Emily stirred from her nap, the lingering haze of sleep slowly began to dissipate, leaving her mind struggling to catch up with the events that had led her to end up in her bedroom. The memory of her dragon-man encounter felt like a distant dream, too fantastical to be real, yet the vividness of the experience left a lingering unease in its wake.

But as she glanced toward the corner of the room, her eyes fell upon Logan’s muscular figure. He was seated in the chair with his watchful gaze fixed upon her. The sight of him brought a rush of conflicting emotions. Gratitude for his steadfast presence, yet a hint of unease at the realization that he had been watching over her while she slept.

The thought should have unsettled her more than it did, but instead, Emily found herself oddly comforted by his silent vigil. There was a sense of safety in his presence, a reassurance that she hadn’t experienced since she was a child.

“You stayed,” she said, pulling the covers off her.

“You fell asleep in the chair. I thought it prudent to ensure you were alright.”

Emily’s gaze drifted over Logan’s muscular form, tracing thesculpted lines of his physique with a mixture of admiration and intrigue. He sat in the corner of the room like a Greek god, his broad shoulders and chiseled features exuding an air of strength and masculinity. Clad in simple blue jeans and a black T-shirt, he appeared effortlessly handsome, the epitome of rugged charm and raw magnetism.

The sight of him left Emily momentarily breathless, her mind reeling with the realization that dragons, or at least this particular one, possessed such remarkable physical attributes. A living embodiment of power and vitality that left her questioning everything she thought she knew about the world around her.

Were all dragons blessed with such impressive stature and undeniable allure? Or was Logan a rare exception, a testament to the unique blend of strength and grace that defined his kind?

“I would caution you against such thoughts,” he said with a growl in his voice.

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