Something that recognized her.
Something that had been waiting for her all along.
A gasp tore from her lips, her spine arching, her breath ragged, her heart pounding as if it could no longer contain the force of her own existence.
Because she was changing.
She could feel it.
Every cell in her body thrumming, shifting, healing?—
Every scar, every wound, every hidden imperfection burned away in the dragon’s fire, leaving behind something new.
Something whole. Something perfect. This wasn’t just power, this was belonging. This was completion.
This was becoming his.
A deep, shuddering cry escaped her throat, her fingers clenching at nothing, grasping at air, at fire, at the overwhelming force of Vector’s magic consuming her from the inside out.
She wasn’t afraid. She wanted it. She wanted him. All of him.
Dragon and man.
Forever.
The love swelled inside her, too big, too vast, too impossible to contain—it felt like it would burst from her chest, shatter her apart, rebuild her again.
She was his.
And he was hers.
Then—
The fire shifted.
Breathed.
And Vector was human again.
Storming toward her.
Naked, powerful, perfect, golden skin glowing, eyes burning red flames behind emerald green, his breath ragged, his expression wrecked.
His magic still surrounded her, flames wrapping around them both, curling in the air like it had found its true home.
His voice was raw, low, shaking.
“Mine.”
And then?—
He pulled her into his arms.
And kissed her.
The world melted.
Her soul erupted.
