“What think ye of the new bond?” The walls of his cave disappeared beneath them. “It feels…strange. I have been linked, talon and claw, to Britta for so long, it feels as if a part of me is missing.” She blew a plume of smoke. “What is even stranger, though, is her fascination with Jonathan. Not that I’m not pleased by the turn of events, mind ye, but I thought sure she’d be a maid forever.” “’Tis far more than infatuation,” Kheladin informed her. “It has the feel of Lachlan and Maggie’s bond.” “Aye, ye’re right about that, which is why I bit him to formalize their mating.” Kheladin chuckled. “Aye, and ye dinna wish to risk Britta changing her mind.” “Mayhap that too. ’Tis a good thing he makes her happy. When I met Britta, she was an overly serious maid, and she grew into a woman with grim edges.” “All dragon shifters are dour at times,” Kheladin concurred. “’Tis because they forego much to be bonded to us.” Scales rattled as Tarika shook herself.
