Page 343 of Sigils & Spells

I still could not believe he was mine, but in case I forgot, he’d given me another claiming mark just last night. However, this was not a mating bite. This mark sat high on my neck, just beneath my ear, and I could not stop touching the smooth skin there. I bit my lip, recalling how we’d been a deliciously sweaty tangle of arms and legs when he’d asked me formally to be his.

“You already hold my heart, mo spréach. Now, I ask you, will you hold my dragon as well?”

Of course, I replied yes.

Like, fuck yes.

I’d been reading about dragon mates, and when a male chose his female, the dragon part of him marked her with his sigil as well, a ward of protection only the most powerful supernaturals could give, and even then, they only gave it once in a lifetime.

Did I mention dragons lived very long lifetimes?

Anticipation made me tremble even harder than the three orgasms he’d just given me. No one ever made me feel like Brandon Flint did. The man was a god between the sheets, and he made me feel like a goddess.

“It will burn, but for a moment,”he’d whispered, kissing the spot his beast chose.

Using his dragon’s breath, he’d blown heated air onto my skin, branding me as his with a small dragon shaped mark right on my skin. I touched it now to give me strength for what was to come. First, I needed to talk to my roommates.

“When I was in the infirmary, Armstrong came to see me. She told me a truth you might find hard to believe,” I began and retold the story she’d shared with me.

“So, magic is not replenishing properly? I knew something was wrong with the ether, but I did not suspect it was this bad,” Enok muttered, steepling his hands.

“But the fix is easy, right?” Rio asked, blue hair swirling about her shoulders. “I mean, we are a fucking coven, right?”

“She’s right,” Maia agreed, one hand rubbing the spot between her mate’s shoulder blades. “The way I see it, we always do better together than apart. It makes sense this, what was it? Oh yeah. ThisMobilis Coven, must have been tough as fuck with a bunch of badass elementals in it.”

“Okay, wait. I need a recap to catch up,” Jade said, munching on some popcorn. Hers had cheese powder and crushed red pepper flakes on it.

“So, we need to unleash magic to stop it from being drained from the world and blinked out of existence otherwise, witches and wizards will just like combust or something, soon to be followed by other supernaturals. Oh, and the Council knows, and they actually did this. Armstrong wants us, a bunch of students, to find some way to fight their laws. That about right?” she asked.

“Yes, actually,” I said, shocked at the concise way she’d summed that all up.

“Okay, I am in,” she said.

“Wait, really? I mean, Jade, you might want to think about it a while—”

“What for?” she asked in reply. “Tana, it is clear you are in. You said so yourself, we are a family. Where you go, I go. So, ladies, gents, and anyone in-between, we all in?”

“Yes!”

“Hell yeah!”

“Damn straight.”

“Where you go, I go,” Brandon murmured, when I turned around on my knees to face him.

“I love you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him tightly.

“Boo! No more PDAs, guys! Seriously, I have not had a date in weeks!” Jade bellowed and tossed a handful of popcorn at me and Brandon.

“We should go to the spring mingle,” Maia announced, and the conversation turned to mingles, single boys for Jade and Enid, and what clothes everyone was going to wear.

“Do not raid my closet, airhead!” I shouted as I stood up to answer the door.

Brandon followed behind me, the big smexy sentinel was protective as fuck, something I found incredibly attractive. When I opened the door, I gasped out loud. Standing there with his five o’clock shadow, looking like hell, was my father.

“Da!”

“Baby girl,” he murmured as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.

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