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219 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 26, 2024
“While inside my hoard, bear in mind that dragons like to keep things that are rare and valuable. When something like that walks in so willingly, it can be difficult to let it back out again.” Tomorrow blinked at him. “Um. I’ll keep that in mind, I guess?”
“Don’t be precious and adorable in there,” he said firmly.
The line between her brows smoothed. She beamed at him. “Aw, are you saying you might want to hoard me?”
...
Tomorrow scrunched up her face, concentrating hard. Her lips pursed. “What do you think you’re doing?” he grumbled.
“Trying not to be precious,” she mumbled.
Dark shoved open the door. It creaked as it swung wide. “Gods save you, I don’t think you can help it. Enter at your own risk, you ridiculously adorable little woman.”
The window above Dark’s head flew open. Shrieking like a battle-hungry banshee, Tomorrow launched herself from the sill, bringing down the bladed attacker under her weight… Tomorrow swung her fists wildly, battering the human beneath her into the stone alleyway. Dark knew by the madness of her strikes that she hadn’t been in any fights before. But what she lacked in form, she made up for in enthusiasm.
“I know you,” he insisted. Her heart soared. This beautiful dragon man knew her because he believed her. Believed her at her word. Just. Like. That. Believed her in a way so few had ever bothered to. Tomorrow had taken her plight to every authority… It meant so much to her that he would, that he cared, that he tried. Thanks to him, she’d get her revenge finally.
Curled up in his lap, Tomorrow felt like a treasure
It occurred to her then that, despite her insistence that she was worth saving, she'd been pushing [Darko] away, not because she wanted to spare him the heartache - or not only for that. She'd allowed all the pitying looks and patronizing opinions to sway her over the last year. She'd let them make her think she was less of who she had been.
But she wasn't less. She was just sick. She was changed, and that wasn't the same thing as being less than. And if she wanted to love this man with her whole being for as long as she could, then she damn well deserved to.
"I know what you're thinking," she whispered, voice breaking. "That I'm too weak to be tethered to, but I'm not unworthy. I'm not. Strength is more than muscles, and power is more than magic. Grace is more than an ability to dance well. Grace is kindness and gentleness, and I have those in abundance. If someone would just give me a chance, I could show you."