She remembered Holden’s words, spoken with a weary acceptance, about his long existence and the losses he had endured. He had acknowledged the pain of watching mortals fade. But had he truly considered the impact on his own kin? On the future of his ancient lineage? Dragons were known for their pride, their adherence to tradition, their long-held beliefs about the purity of their bloodlines and the strength of their immortal bonds. How would they view a mortal woman, a creature destined to age and die, as a permanent fixture in the life of one of their most revered members?
A knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach. She caught Holden’s eye, and he offered her a reassuring smile, his golden gaze unwavering. “You seem troubled, my love,” he said, his voice a warm melody against the backdr
