Chapter 89

　　“Good,” he said, as if we had agreed upon something, some arrangement. He was brethren, I reminded myself. I did not know what I had agreed to, but he would hold me to it now, believing that I had. Perhaps, it ought to have worried me, but I was too enamoured with my dragon lover to dwell upon it.

　　He lifted over me, the violet eyes meeting mine, before the lids fell heavily over them and he leaned forward to take my mouth with his, drawing the kiss out until my body ached for his and he answered its need.

　　I fell asleep wrapped in my dragon and woke, pressed up against his back, with my arm curled around him and my hand pressed to his chest. His hand clasped mine, holding it against him. The afternoon light had slipped away, and the tunnel showed night sky through the entrance, and carried in the cooling air.