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.