Page 50 of Bewitching the Dragon
“What?”
“I said, I don’t care. I love you just the way you are. And I agree with your dragon. We’re mates, Rahu. You’re stuck with me at this point.”
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a hug. Burying his face in her hair, he whispered, “I love you, Becca.”
She responded by showing him how much she loved him in return. They’d barely finished when there was a knock on the door. Rahu tugged the blanket up to cover them both and called out, “Come in.”
The door opened and Ketu popped his head inside. “Hey, you’re awake.”
Becca gave him a little wave from where she was buried up to her nose under the covers.
Ketu grinned. “There are a whole lot of people here who’d like to say hi, if you’re up to it.”
“Who?” Rahu demanded.
Ketu winked. “Come downstairs and find out.” And then he retreated out into the hall and closed the door.
Rahu sighed. “I hate when he does that.”
Becca chuckled and pushed the blanket away. “Come on, let’s go take a shower. And then we’ll head downstairs to see what he’s talking about.”
And damned if they didn’t get physical in the shower too. Becca claimed it was him; Rahu insisted it was her.
It’s the two of you together, his dragon said.
Ah, yes, that made sense.
***
When they finally headed downstairs, the living area was packed, mostly with dragons although there were a few witches and gargoyles in the mix, too.
Becca was learning how to tell the difference based on their various auras.
“Hey there,” a beautiful blonde said as she hurried over and enveloped Rahu in a hug. Becca frowned and lifted her hand like she was about to zap the woman or something; Rahu grabbed Becca’s fingers and squeezed.
“Talia, I’d like you to meet my mate, Becca,” he said quickly. “Becca, this is my reeve’s mate.”
Becca was pretty sure her grin spread ear to ear while Talia clapped her hands. “So it’s true?” she said on a near shout.
Her mate, Gabe, stepped up behind her, an elementary-aged child balanced on his forearm. “Rahu found his mate, huh?” He smiled at Becca.
“And she’s a god,” Talia pronounced. “Can you believe it?” She gave Becca an appraising look, like she expected to see some sort of sign indicating she was anything other than…herself.
Becca just kept on smiling.
“Seriously?” Petra moved out of the crowd and embraced Becca. “That’s really cool. By the way, hi, Becca. Nice to see you again.”
Becca laughed. “Thanks. You too.”
“What are you all doing here?” Rahu asked.
Besides Antoinette and Ketu and their son, Henri, it seemed half Rahu’s colony was standing around in the living area of Antoinette’s mansion. Noah, Petra’s mate, was across the room, holding their young daughter, Sadie. An older, redheaded woman named Ginger, who was introduced as Gabe’s grandmother, was there, too. It was a practically a Zilarra family reunion.
Talia spoke up. “Ketu called and let us know that you’d been in a battle with warlocks and demigods, and of course we all had to come see for ourselves.”
The crowd rustled, and Becca tensed. Rahu wrapped his arm around her shoulders as Argyle edged through the small space between two dragons, with Pacey by his side. He walked slower than he normally did—wounds caused by magical knives could do that to a man—his gaze locked onto Becca.
Argyle paused while he was still a good twenty feet away. “I will leave, if you wish it,” he said quietly, still watching her.
