Page 66 of Midnight of Ashes
“The weather?” I squeaked.
Cáel grinned down at me. “I can give you snow whenever you want.”
I stared at Knox’s arm where I’d bitten him, and my gem was now marked on his bicep. “Will I have a gift?”
“We won’t know until you shift. Maybe longer,” Knox said.
I dropped my hand from his arm. “And when is that going to be?”
A month ago, I would’ve been terrified at the prospect, but now I was antsy. I wanted to know what it felt like. And I was starting to feel something beneath my skin. A phantom sort of energy pushing to be set free.
Knox stroked his fingers over my belly in a soothing design. “Your dragon has been through a lot. It might take her some time to surface.”
“And what if she doesn’t?” I asked, finally giving voice to the question that had been swirling about my head for weeks.
“Then she doesn’t,” Knox said with a shrug.
“But won’t you regret mating with me then?”
Cáel let out a rumbling growl. “Never.”
Knox slid a hand along my jaw, forcing my gaze to his. “You’re ours. It doesn’t matter if you never shift. We’re honored to be your mate. You’ve already brought healing to us.”
Doubt flickered in my mind, and Knox seemed to read it instantly.
“Even with Easton.” Knox’s thumb swept back and forth across my cheek. “He’s been in denial. Letting his pain and trauma fester. You’ve forced it to the surface so that he finally has a chance to deal with it.”
I wasn’t so sure that was a good thing. But maybe.
Cáel linked his fingers with mine. “Knox is right. Your gifts are in far more than you transforming. But I can feel your dragon. She’s incredibly strong.”
My eyes widened. “You can feel her?”
He nodded. “Another one of my gifts is sensing how strong a supernatural is. And I’ve felt your other half from the moment we met.”
I was quiet, trying to sense into myself, to feel something, anything. But I came up empty.
I let out an exasperated sigh. “I just want it to happen.”
Knox chuckled. “You can’t force it. Give her time.”
“Easy for you to say,” I grumbled. “You’ve gotten to fly for years.”
He bent and brushed his lips against mine. “It’ll happen.”
“All in good time, Little One,” Cáel echoed, kissing my temple.
“But first, we need breakfast. And if we don’t hurry, we’ll be late for classes,” Knox said, sliding out of bed.
Even with the threat of lateness looming, I took a moment to check out his perfectly sculpted ass.
“You’re staring, Little One,” Cáel said, humor in his voice.
My cheeks heated. “Hey, he’s my mate. I’m allowed to stare, right?”
“Damn straight,” Knox called as he headed into the bathroom.
I scooted out of bed and stood, freezing. I felt the bite marks at the base of my neck. “Uh, guys?”
