Sage’s grip was painful when I took off.
Thankfully, it was a short flight to the tower.
I landed on the balcony, and she let out a relieved breath before sliding off my back.
“That could’ve been worse,” she said, forcing cheerfulness into her voice as she clung to the balcony’s railing.
I shifted back, squeezing her hip lightly before I stepped past her.
I probably should’ve come up with something supportive to say, but I didn’t have a damn clue how. Particularly when I was trying not to get frustrated about spending the rest of my life on the ground.
Harv had left a couple empty duffel bags near the door for me, so I grabbed one and started filling it. Sage joined me, taking another into the bathroom.
It wasn’t long before we were done packing my things and the duffel bags were sitting on the balcony, ready to be carried down.
Sage stepped back out on the balcony, eyeing the drop.
“We can take the elevator,” I forced myself to say.
I hated the fucking elevator.
“Oh, no. I can handle the heights.”
“I don’t want to scare you.”
“I’m not scared of flying. I don’t love it, but I can handle it. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
She lifted a shoulder. “It sucks that the mate bond won’t let you fly on your own. I might be able to fix it.”
“What do you mean, fix it?”
“Well, I know you think magic can’t change magic, but that’s not necessarily true. Yes, witch magic can’t actually prevent you from shifting, or heat from making me horny. But there might be a loophole for flying.”
“Spit it out, Clove.”
She flashed me a look. “It’s still Sage.”
“What do you have against nicknames?”
“Nothing, I just—” She huffed. “Do you want to hear my idea or not?”
“Yes.”
“With a combination of runes, I could basically enchant something with enough of my blood to trick the bond into thinking I’m with you all the time. That should make it possible for you to fly without me.”
I had no idea how she would pull that off, or if it was possible, but the concept made sense.
“If you can make that happen, I know a bunch of dragons who will pay you a ton of money,” I said.
“Then why haven’t they asked anyone to do it before?”
“That would require admitting their secrets, which dragons don’t do.”
“Ah. Would they even let me do it, then?”
“Being my mate brings you into the fold, so yeah. You’re probably the only witch they would go to for anything other than forcing each other to keep their secrets.” I stepped up behind her.