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I smirked, pulling him close for a moment, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
“I can take care of myself,” I assured him.
He gave me a measured look, his worry evident, but then he reached up, tracing a hand along my jaw.
“Just…be careful. I don’t want to spend my day patching you up,” Blake joked.
I chuckled, pulling him closer, savoring the feel of him against me.
“I’ll be fine. And besides, you’ll have Finn here to keep you occupied,” I told him.
He rolled his eyes, but a small smile curved his lips.
I reached up, gently cupping the back of his neck, pulling him into a soft, lingering kiss.
The kind that let him know I’d be coming back. The kind that promised a whole lot more once I did.
When we broke apart, he whispered, “We’ll be fine on our own. Don’t worry about us.”
I nodded, a flicker of pride warming my chest. He was strong, resilient.
I’d known that from the start, but now I felt it more keenly, the bond between us giving me a sense of certainty I hadn’t known before.
I brushed a stray lock of hair from his face, meeting his gaze.
“We’re both hunters, after all,” Blake added.
I grinned, squeezing his shoulder. “That you are.” I agreed.
As I turned to leave, I cast one last glance back at him and Finn, both standing side by side.
Finn offered me a small nod, and Blake’s gaze held a quiet resolve that made my heart swell.
With that, I stepped outside, feeling the crisp morning air hit my face.
My dragon stirred restlessly, eager for the hunt, the chance to finally confront the rogue that had left destruction in its wake.
I moved towards the truck, taking a steadying breath as I slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tight.
This rogue wasn’t just a threat—it was personal. I’d let it linger too long, let it terrorize these people and put Blake at risk.
But not anymore. I’d end this, for the both of us. And then, once the dust settled, I’d return to that cabin, to Blake.
As I drove down the winding roads, my thoughts kept drifting back to him, to the soft brush of his lips, the fierce spark in his eyes.
He was mine, and I’d fight the world to keep him safe. The rogue dragon had left a trail of devastation, but today, that trail ended.
Today, I’d finish what I started.
And once it was done, I’d return home to my mate.
As I pulled up to the charred remains of the roadhouse, a gnawing sense of dread settled in my gut.
The image of Blake and Finn flashed in my mind—two skilled hunters, yes.
But still, my mate and his friend were back at the cabin, and every protective instinct I had screamed at me to turn around and return to them.
I shook off the feeling, trying to focus. They were capable. Blake had reminded me of that, but the hollow ache in my chest lingered.
