Chapter Twelve
No home. No wonder his mate was unsettled. This cabin was also not hers. She’d only gotten permission to stay a short time.
“I will build you a home, Naomi.” He rose from the floor and offered his hand. “Come sit.”
She rose from her chair and followed him over to the couch.
He pulled her down across his lap, wrapped a blanket around her—his mate liked blankets—then held her tightly with his arms. Col nuzzled the side of her head and sniffed the lovely perfume of her hair. The soaps she used were soft and blended with her natural scent. Her curls tickled his face and he rubbed his cheek against them again. So soft. So beautiful was his shuarra.
“How?”
“I am strong. I will take care of you. As a dragon or human.” He repeated the word she’d used to describe her people. “I
