Ffion
I knew I would be in trouble. More trouble I had ever been in, but it had been worth it. My mate, Gabe was worth it. Because being with him made me feel complete. And he liked me, maybe even loved me. Not because some prophecy had said so but because we had come together as actual people.
And he wanted to take me away. Away from all of the pain and grief. And the ever present threat of the council hanging over my head. maybe it was selfish that I wanted to leave with him. But wasn’t I allowed to be selfish a little bit?
“Ffion.”
The moment my boots were passed the front door, my uncle Anton called my name. I had no doubt that he would have known I was coming before I had even hit the street. The grumpy orange dragon who was my guardian was ancient. Even older than my own father
