THE NEXT MORNING, Vaelora woke, her face on Draekon's chest. Her breath caught, and a small smile played on her lips.
Had they slept this way the entire night?
Why did she feel so giddy?
But most importantly, Draekon was still asleep? That was rare. She had only ever woken up before him once.
Looking up at him, her eyes traced the sculpted structure of his face. For the first time, she didn't feel irritated at herself for thinking her mate was handsome. Fiercely handsome.
She wondered how gods would look, if a mere man looked like this.
'What am I thinking?!', She whispered, scolding herself.
Just as she made to pull away from his unconscious hold and hop down the bed, Draekon's hold tightened. Groggily, he mumbled.
"Where are you going, Vaelora?"
Her heartbeat accelerated for
