Chapter 5
Excerpt from Barrow’s Journal – My Year with Dragons
The mating of dragons is a thing of beauty, I am told. To embrace your lover with passion and to open yourself in return means you will see quite literally the life of your loved one as though it were you living out their memories. It is a sacred experience, one that firmly bonds the dragons together even more, for to know someone deeply, truly, without real secrets, that is to love someone. I have often wondered if that is why dragons die when they lose their mate. They have come to know their mate so intimately that losing them is like losing themselves and thus they too cannot survive.
Tasha set the plates outside in the hall, as the hotel staff would come to collect them at some point in the evening.
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