Chapter 82

Back in their room, Brendan allows Alcina to fuss over him with minimal protest.

Alcina first pushes the windows wide open, and Perseus’s head nudges in first, followed closely by Orion’s.

Brendan eyes the two beasts, their heads fitted tightly through the window, an almost ludicrous sight when one considers their venerated status throughout the world, and snorts quietly.

The fact that the two dragons continue to cling to his wife as they did when they were, but small hatchlings makes amusement flicker in Brendan’s eyes.

He watches, from his position tucked into the covers where Alcina had forced him into, as the dragons rumble softly at Alcina, nosing at her with their massive snouts.

Alcina giggles, laughing aloud when a forked tongue flicks playfully at her button nose.

Perhaps, Brendan supposes, bedrest is not the worst thing in the world.

Alcina glances back at Brendan, then, plaintive want clear in her features as she peeks, not at all discreetly, as Alcina mistakenly believes,