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Chapter Seven
I woke beneath him and decided that I would stay in bed forever if it meant sleeping in such a way. His hair was loose, the golden silk tangled around us both. It had been a gradual shift, I thought, from me pressed against his back, to him sleeping curled around me, and now to him half on top of me, his limbs and hair binding us together.
It was the day of the full moon, and he had promised to take me to the Fae Court to plead my case. I was not sure I wanted to go, but I knew that I had to. It was my duty to stand for those of my people who could not stand for themselves. If Mathhian had died in my absence, however, things from this point would become very complicated, and I was not sure where that would leave me and my dragon. I was not sure where any outcome from today would leave me and Aurien, precisely.
My dragon had offered no promises beyond taking me to the Fae Court. I had to believe that he would not simply fly me there and a
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