Gabriel
I sweep around the ballroom floor with Tabitha in my arms. Nothing has ever felt so right. So perfect.
The villagers are as enthralled by her as I am, and she’s the perfect hostess even though she doesn’t speak Romanian. Her warmth and genuine presence come through her smiles and warm handshakes.
I have to fight my urge not to yank their arms off every time one of them takes her pretty hand in theirs. My dragon can barely withstand the agitation. It’s grown steadily worse since we returned to the castle.
He wants me to claim her.
Of course, he does!
I ache for it myself.
But even if Tabitha gave me her consent for the firebrand, I cannot be certain of my dragon. What if I lose control? What if my fire is too hot? What if I combust, or worse–let loose my firepower–when I’m in
