Page 37 of Dragon’s Rebel

He stopped again. It was so difficult to tell her how he felt, to beg for her help in his weakness. He was supposed to be strong for his mate.

“In case what?” she prodded.

In case it, um, makes me insane.

Or made him want to die.

Rebel bit her lip. “I’ve seen you insane. Maybe I should get one of the other dragons. Zane.”

Maybe, he said. But I would rather have you.

Her voice became very small. “Why me?”

You know why.

She was his mate. Whether she believed it or not, whether he believed it or not, his dragon believed it. It might be the only thing that could save him.

Slowly, Rebel reached up and cupped her hand around the edge of his jaw. As if he were human, and she was cupping his cheek in her hand. She blew out a huge, slow sigh.

“Okay, Lizard, I’m in,” she said. “Let’s do this.”