I sagged against his chest, and his arms came around me immediately, holding me while I shook with frustrated tears and unsatisfied need.
"I know," he murmured into my hair. "I know, little one. But we'll get through this. The others arrive tomorrow, and we'll finda way to remove the mark. Then—" His voice roughened with promise. "Then I'll show you exactly what it means to be mine."
Outside the window, the storm clouds began to break apart, responding to my gradually settling emotions. But the pressure remained, heavy and waiting.
Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
Chapter 4
Arumblewokemebeforedawn, rolling through the monastery like thunder you felt in your bones rather than heard with your ears. I shot upright in bed, heart hammering, every nerve ending suddenly awake and screaming warnings. Three presences pressed against my transforming senses—massive, ancient, so fundamentally other that my human brain struggled to categorize them. Heat like standing too close to a forge. Cold that bit deeper than any winter I'd known. Weight like the mountain itself had gained consciousness and decided to pay attention.
Through the bond, I felt Caelus already moving, already awake. His presence wrapped around mine like a shield, steady and grounding even as those three massive powers made the monastery's wards shiver.
"They're here," I whispered to the empty room, though he couldn't hear me. But through the bond, he knew.
The heat-presence felt like standing in front of an open furnace—Davoren, had to be. I could taste copper and smoke on my tongue, feel the way air shimmered around him even fromthis distance. My skin prickled with the memory of sunburn, and I hadn't even seen him yet.
The cold was worse, somehow. It didn't just lower temperature—it was the absence of warmth, the kind of cold that could turn living tissue to crystal given enough time. Sereis. The name came through the bond from Caelus, along with reassurance that felt thin against that arctic presence. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly freezing despite the room's comfortable temperature.
But it was the third presence that made something in me settle, unexpected and strange. Stone-weight. Not crushing but grounding, like gravity had found a voice and it was saying stay, steady, hold. Garruk's power felt like the mountain's heart beating in time with my own, and against all logic, it made me feel safer rather than more afraid.
A knock at my door, and then Caelus entered without waiting for permission. He looked like he hadn't slept—silver hair disheveled, storm-gray eyes shadowed with exhaustion and worry that bled through the bond. He carried clothes draped over one arm, and his free hand clenched and unclenched at his side like he was fighting the urge to reach for me.
"We need to dress you," he said, voice carefully controlled. "They're landing now."
He laid out the clothes on the bed with precise movements—soft gray leggings, a tunic in pale blue that would be easy to remove for showing the mark, sturdy boots. Everything practical, nothing restrictive. I noticed he'd chosen fabrics that wouldn't cling, wouldn't emphasize curves, wouldn't make the carefully maintained distance between us any harder than it already was.
I reached for the tunic and his hand shot out, then stopped inches from mine. Through the bond, I felt the war happening inside him—every instinct screaming to help, to touch, to carefor his mate, battling against the knowledge that contact would reignite yesterday's desperate need.
"I can dress myself," I said softly, and his hand fell back to his side.
He turned to face the window while I changed, giving me privacy despite the bond that made privacy almost meaningless. I could feel his awareness of every rustle of fabric, every movement, the way his breathing hitched when I pulled the tunic over my head. The mark between my shoulder blades pulsed cold, responding to his nearness, to the three massive powers waiting outside, to everything.
"It's spread," I said quietly, feeling the tendrils of corruption reaching further than yesterday. "I can feel it."
His shoulders tensed. "I know. The others will help."
We descended through corridors that seemed longer than usual, each step bringing us closer to powers that could unmake mountains. Servants had made themselves scarce—I caught glimpses of faces peering from doorways, felt their worried attention following us. Meredith appeared briefly at a corner, pressed something into Caelus's hand with a look that said be careful, and then she was gone.
The courtyard opened before us, and I stopped breathing.
Three dragons waited in their true forms, and my mind simply refused to process their scale at first. Davoren burned red-gold in the morning light, flames dancing between his scales in patterns that hurt to track. He was all sharp angles and edges, built for violence that looked beautiful only from a distance. His eyes were molten, gold bleeding into red, and they fixed on me with an intelligence that felt older than civilization.
Sereis was aurora-beautiful, scales that shifted between pale blue and silver and colors that didn't have names. Ice crystallized the air around him in geometric patterns, and where his breath touched stone, frost flowers bloomed in intricatefractals. He moved like water freezing mid-flow, both fluid and rigid, and his eyes were the pale blue of glacial ice lit from within.
Garruk dominated through presence rather than spectacle. Black granite veined with quartz crystal, he looked carved from the mountain itself. His scales caught light and threw it back in sharp glints, and his breathing rumbled through the ground like distant earthquakes. Moss agate eyes watched me with patience that had witnessed continents shift.
I'd known they were dragons. Had felt Caelus's true form, been caught by those massive claws. But knowing and seeing were different continents, and I stood frozen between them, suddenly very aware of how small I was, how fragile, how absolutely doomed if any of them decided I wasn't worth saving.
Then they shifted.
The changes happened simultaneously, three massive forms collapsing inward with sounds like thunder and breaking ice and stone grinding against stone. In heartbeats, three men stood where dragons had been—tall, powerful, radiating authority that didn't need monstrous size to be intimidating.
But it was the women who stepped forward that made my breath catch.
Kara moved with confidence that spoke of months bonded, fire marks glowing on her skin in patterns that looked like dancing flames. She was lean muscle and sharp eyes, wearing leather pants and a vest that suggested she'd rather be holding weapons than standing in diplomatic circles. But her expression softened when she looked at me, recognition passing across her features.
Mira was gentler, frost patterns tracing her arms in delicate lacework that pulsed with soft blue light. She wore flowing robes in shades of white and pale blue, and her dark hair was bound in elaborate braids. Her eyes held knowledge that made me thinkof libraries and quiet wisdom, but also of surviving things that should have broken her.
