But he says we can storm the dragons’ wing of the Manor and casually ask one of them about fated mates. There are always a few around, pretending they live there
Me
They won’t tell you anything
They don’t respect kings like other kinds of supernaturals do
Blair
We’ll figure it out one way or another
Give us a few hours
Izzy
Porter thinks we might need a few days
Apparently dragons are really, really stubborn, and we’ll need to bribe them with a lot of good food to get them to talk
Me
They have plenty of good food here
Clem
Don’t worry about it, we’ll figure it out
GTG
Love you!
Blair
Love you, be safe <3
Izzy
We miss you. Be careful with the scaly bastard
Zora
Love you! Have fun ;)
I told them all that I loved them too, and hit the button to turn off my phone. Setting it down on the bed next to Talon, I studied the sleeping man.
He looked so peaceful in his sleep. So calm. So different from the way he usually looked. Usually, he looked like he was carrying the weight of the world and fighting like hell not to let an ounce of it fall.
I might be his fated mate.
And he might have been lying to me about it since the moment we met.
I closed my eyes and lowered my cheek to his chest, staring at the wall.
I couldn’t be his mate, of course. I couldn’t. It would be too risky. And I wouldn’t be able to trust him if he’d lied to me for so long.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I forced myself to think about anything else.
The cat I’d adopt when I moved back to the Manor.