Her name was Rose.
Zale flew close to Maryk, following her scent, which swirled through the air and tantalized him. She didn"t smell like roses. No. She was sweeter… richer… more enticing. He wanted to push his nose into her neck and revel in the heady notes of her natural perfume. He wanted to taste her and discover if she tasted like she smelled…
Maryk was a lucky bastard.
Zale wished the circumstances were different. Then he would be carrying her instead of the rogue. But he needed to keep her safe and he didn"t trust anyone else to deal with a threat if one came. Paradoxically, Maryk was a safer partner in protecting Rose than the others because he didn"t have a pair either. Zale couldn"t stomach the thought of a stable dragon pair touching her and deciding they might want her for t
