Chapter 36
TARIAN
J ust like flying with Seris, flying with Kenna was a delight.
Now that she could see, she was laughing, looking this way and that.
He tried to tuck her underneath his body, and he leaned his broad head forward so she wouldn’t be quite as windswept, but even if she had been, he didn’t think she’d mind.
Then he unfurled his magic. Reality bent around them—light bending away, air shimmering, the world itself shifting to ensure they remained unseen. They were ghosts in the sky, shadows on the wind—just a dragon and his mate, untouchable.
He stayed low to the coast, and he had to admit that this portion of this Realm was beautiful, with stark cliffs giving way to deep blue sea.
He would learn how to make a life here. And now that Kenna was with him—it would be easy.
He wrapped his love and support around her the same way his clawed hand was now, until she didn’t remember any other way.
Surely there would be more fights, but he felt certain he could navigate them—the same as he had her, the prior night.
He smiled to himself to think about it, how many times he’d pleased her, and how many times she’d pleased him, until she had to beg him to stop because she couldn’t take anymore.
The memory made him roll sideways into the wind, Kenna shrieked—then whooped, laughter spilling from her lips, wild and free. The sound filled his chest with something fierce and undeniable—because he knew then, without a doubt, that she was his.