She trembled, not from fear, but anger. How could he think he wouldn’t fit in? He was here with her, and he’d come so far already. How could he not see that? She knew deep down inside that other dragons in his situation wouldn’t have woken up. They would have stayed in that cave, sleeping forever until the skies fell and the world crumbled. But not him. He’d woken up . . . for her.
He’d come with her, trusted her, desired her, and she trusted and desired him. She didn’t care that it all sounded crazy, that the lust and affection she felt wasn’t logical. All that mattered was him and whatever may lie between them.
“What if I am too broken, Tasha?” he asked, and she instantly shook her head. He pulled his hand to her chest, holding it there between his palms. “None have survived the mate g
