Falcyn nodded to his sister. “Granted, she should be a little preoccupied with the Crom after her—you still should take them to my island. Just to be safe.”
She arched a brow at his order. “Allof them? You really plan to tolerate us in your personal space?”
“It’ll be the safest place for them.”
Xyn kissed his cheek. “Love you.”
“You, too.”
She scoffed at his response. “I live for the day, Veles, when you can say that word without choking on it.” And with that, she gathered the dragons and left through the portal.
Urian followed Xyn to Falcyn’s island home, which was absolutely breathtaking. Open and airy, and yet technically a cavern, it was large and spacious with a stunning ocean view. The enchanted walls were crystal clear, so that he could look out but not be seen by anyone else. The transparency of the walls made them shimmer and sparkle from the daylight that burned the eyes, but not the skin. He could see why Falcyn had chosen it.
However, that was the last thing Urian had on his mind.
“Xyn?” He reached for her hand and pulled her into a dark alcove, away from the others.
Finally, they were alone.
And now that they were … he was lost and unsure. Did she even remember him? She hadn’t acted like it.
Maybe she’d suffered a head wound that had left her with amnesia. What did he say to her after all these years?
Sarraxyn trembled as she looked up into the bluest eyes she’d ever known. She’d forgotten what a huge, overwhelming beast Urian was. Which was shocking really, given that she was used to dragonswains, who were even larger and yet somehow he made them seem smaller.
Weaker.
There was an innate power to him that the others lacked. And at the same time, he was sexier than anyone she’d ever known because for all his power and ruthlessness, he would never harm her. He was a protector unlike anyone she’d ever met. He kept that vicious strength restrained and under control.
This close, you could feel the lethal killer inside him. The demon that salivated for blood. Yet he’d made love to her like a poet and touched her with the tenderest of care.
That was the beauty of her Daimon.
Love and happiness rushed through her and set her heart to pounding. But it wasn’t enough to drown out her fear that he’d rebuff her after all this time.
She didn’t know what to say to him after all this time. She’d just abandoned him. Not out of choice.
Still, did that matter? She could only imagine the hurt and pain he must have felt, thinking she’d just moved on. Or worse, that she’d died. So she did the only thing she could think of to do.
Stepping into his arms, she kissed him.
Urian growled at the taste of Xyn’s lips. Of her sweet tongue sweeping against his as her arms wrapped around his waist. His body roared to life with a vengeance that was terrifying.
In the distance, he heard someone calling her name.
She deepened her kiss before she pulled away and nipped his chin. “Give me a few minutes?”
There wasn’t enough blood left in his brain to form a coherent thought. “Um … okay.”
Xyn laughed. “Urian?” She cupped his face and rubbed noses with him. “You’ll be here when I get back?”
“I will.” Nothing could make him leave.
“Okay.”
With a ragged breath, he leaned back against the wall as she went to help the dragons settle in. Then he glanced down at the sizable lump in his jeans.
Damn, that was really obvious and embarrassing. He wasn’t about to leave the shadows anytime in the near future.
