“Grigori? Your tattoo . . . it looks odd.” Rurik pointed at his arm.
Grigori glanced down and noticed his tattoo did indeed appear strange. Normally his dragon was in a flying position, but now it was curled up around a . . . nest? That had never been there before and he’d never seen his dragon act like that . . .
“Wait . . .” Rurik still stared at his arm. “That . . . No, you can’t be . . . not with her.”
“What?” Grigori demanded, standing, his body tensed because of his brother’s shocked tone.
“She’s your mate. Mother told me about the dragons recognizing our better halves long before our human sides did. She said the tattoo would show you. Your dragon is hovering over a nest.”
“But she’s mortal.” Yet the moment he’d seen Madelyn’s face in the security photo he’d craved her. That pu
