Page 116 of Primal Dragon

He could still hear her in his head. He wouldn’t let her back in.

He swiped and tossed fire, picking a fight with anything he could. Someone needed to take him out of the world. He didn’t want to be in it anymore.

“Henrik.”

Her voice again. He whipped his head around. Like a beautiful illusion, she stood there in front of him.

Imposter, he growled.

He stormed toward her. Haunted with the thought he might always see her, that she would always be there just out of touch, because he killed her. Protecting everyone else meant he had to lose everything.

He roared and reared back, extending his wings. He would wipe her from his head.

“Henrik.”

Her voice was so real.

Henrik dropped down to all fours again, drew his wings down to his side and stopped.

The woman who looked like his mate opened her eyes.

“Henrik?”

Her voice floated to his ears. It sounded so real. But she was dead. He’d killed her with his own two hands.

“Henrik, I’m not dead. Grey used a glamour spell. It wasn’t me who tried to kill you.”

He tilted his head. The ruse was so lifelike.

He shifted into his other form. He needed to get closer. He needed to prove to himself she wasn’t truly there.

The wolf was standing too close to her.

The other dragon stayed close, watching.

Henrik didn’t like how big the world felt now that he wasn’t in his battle form. He strutted toward the human female. She fidgeted with her hands, looking at him anxiously. The wind picked up and he caught her scent.

Henrik paused.

Her scent.

The world grew a little brighter.

“Henrik, please.” It was her voice.

Her scent.

Her voice.

Henrik.Her voice whispered inside his mind.

It was her.

His mate was alive.

But how?

Henrik approached her slowly. The wolf looked like he was getting ready to grab her and run away. Were they afraid of him?

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