Chapter 41
Ayana
I watch Aloysius’s eyes pool with tears over the beautiful white and silver dragon in front of us. It was one thing after another getting here and now, he stands in front of the one person whose soul is the same as his. I heard the dragon when he called him bratan and his scent of snow and lemons is just as addicting to me as Aloysius and Jaxson. I touch the ice encasing him from us my eyes traveling over the dragon with longing. “Mine", my beast calls out her need to touch our dragons breaking my concentration on keeping my heat controlled. I watch as both Aloysius and Jaxson’s heads snap up their eyes glowing as they inhale a big whiff of my scent. We need to cool it. This is not the place to indulge in our inhibitions. I say to my beast. Settling down she recoil back
