I know she’s been listening in, so I’m not surprised when she answers right away.I will go with whatever decision you make.
What about you and Noxlyn?
We can meet up any time we want to.
I take a breath. “No.” I let my answer settle between us. I want to say more, but at the end of the day, that’s my answer. “I know our dragons are mates, and it’s not my goal to keep them apart. Maybe we can work out something where we meet up once a week or something.”
He keeps that dark gaze on me, and I wait for him to respond. “If that's what you want.”
“It is.”
He nods and takes a step back. “Goodbye, Harper.”
“Goodbye, Rauk.”
He turns around and is at the door in two strides. “If you change your mind, your room will be ready for you.” He doesn’t look back at me as he says the words, and he leaves a moment later.
I stare at the closed door after he leaves, unsure what to think or feel. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I don’t have long to sit by myself and think. Not even twenty minutes later, somebody knocks on my door. “Harper?” Kinsley calls out. “Can we come in?”
“Sure.” I sit back down on the bed after some mild stretches and movement with my knee.
“What was your question?” Kinsley asks.
“What?” I ask in confusion.
“You had a question for us,” Farrah reminds me.
“Oh. It doesn’t matter anymore. I answered it.”
“Well, what was it?” Kinsley asks.
“I wanted to know if you thought I should go back to the Dragon Kingdom with Rauk or not? But I already decided.”
“And?” Farrah pushes.
“Rauk left.”
The room goes silent for all of about thirty seconds. “You sent Rauk back without you?” Kinsley asks, eyes wide.
“Are you going to join him in a few days?” Farrah asks.
“Yeah, once your knee heals up?” Kinsley throws in.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I return.
“You’re staying...here?” Kinsley asks.
“Well, not here, here. I will see if my old space is still available—the second floor above Eliza’s. Is that okay?” I ask Farrah. “For me to stay in the Wolf Kingdom?”
She waves me off. “Of course, but,” she pauses. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes.” They both give me varying looks of concern, but I don’t let it bother me. “I’m not like you two. I didn’t meet the guy I’m supposedly mated to and fall madly in love.” I shrug. “That’s just not me.” I don’t miss the look Farrah and Kinsley give each other. “What?”
“It’s just,” Kinsley starts.
“She doesn’t see it,” Farrah interrupts.
Kinsley turns to her. “So shouldn't we—”
