Page 122 of The Dragon King's Assassin

“All right.” I took a bite and chewed.

“All right?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I said with my mouth shut.

“You'll come home with me?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“And be my mate?”

I swallowed. “Yes, Taroc. Can I eat now?”

Taroc lurched up, yanked me out of my chair, and kissed me. I fully expected the pirates to make some kind of commentary or even just funny kissing sounds, but, thank the Gods, they stayed silent. I shared a sausage-flavored kiss with my mate, finally shedding all the weight on my heart and shoulders. I hadn't just needed this time to calm down and forgive him, but also to process and accept what was happening. I was still in a bit of a daze, but the kiss helped. The zinging thrills it sent through my body told me this was real. He was real. We were real.

I was the immortal mate of the Dragon King.

Holy fucking shit.

When we eased apart, the scent of roasted meat wafted up between us. We both looked over to see Marissa standing nearby, holding an enormous platter of meat.

She curtsied. “Your meat, Your Majesty.”

I burst out laughing.

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