WILLOW Tiamat clung to the hands of her dragon, Arawn, as they recited their vows, “I pledge you my life, my heart, and my honor.”
Sapphire blue fire rushed through Arawn’s eyes in the firelight. His hands around hers were tight like he was afraid to let her go.
Willow wasn’t afraid. The mating bond that connected them was strong and sure, and Willow felt it so deep in her soul. She could feel the determination in Arawn’s heart that they would be together and stay together and never let fate drive them apart again.
He was so serious about it that he had flown to Desert Stars every night that she had stayed there with Bethany while they’d been planning the ceremony to be with her. They hadn’t spent a night or more than a few hours apart since they’d mated.
And now, as the coven’s magic flowed through them, that mating bond rooted deeper in her soul, and she could feel that Arawn’s side had strengthened, too.
Which was good.
Their connection would feed magical energy to the tiny speck of a dragonling that was growing in her womb.