Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
He would need to take Gunter up on his offer after all. He couldn’t stay with the Valerii Clan. There was no way he could wake up every day knowing his love was wrapped around his mage mate. Maybe Luka’s infatuation with Amaru would fade with time. Everyone was enamored of the mage. He was so lively, friendly, and engaging.
But Vasily…Vasily was supposed to be his.
And now Luka was so completely alone.
Amaru, like any mage, had dreamed of what it would be like to find his dragon. He hadn’t expected the dreams to become reality; after all, daydreams rarely did pan out that way. With that said…this was most definitely not it.
Was he supposed to beat the obvious into their heads? Surely not.
And yet, here he sat. Dragonless.
Vasily, at least, seemed to know Amaru was his mate. Amaru may have been seriously sleep deprived, but he remembered their kiss vividly, thank you. Vasily clearly knew. Luka, on the other hand, was all sorts of torn up about the situation. And for the life of him, Amaru had no idea why. For whatever reason, Luka seemed convinced Amaru was not his. Nothing Amaru said or did seemed to penetrate that belief either.
Luka had taken off like a deranged bat last night, interrupting the kiss with Vasily, who had run after him. He had not seen either dragon since, which was most definitely not a good thing because it left him feeling both frustrated and pissed off.
He was beginning to understand why fate established a one dragon per mage policy. Managing Luka and Vasily was turning out to be a full-time job.
Normally, he would love to devote every second of his day to taming both of his dragons, but right now the priority had to be waking up both his clan and the lightning dragons. Plus, he still wanted to punch and kiss Irany for screwing up the sleep device so horribly. Punch him for making him sleep for five centuries. Kiss him for delivering him into the waiting hands of two sexy dragons.
Both of his dragons needed a stern talking to. Maybe even a spanking.
Amaru stopped walking and a slow smile spread across his lips at the image of Luka bent over his knee, those wide, pale blue eyes turned up toward him, pleading, his front teeth lightly biting down into his bottom lip.
Vasily would be kneeling in front of Luka, his lips damp and parted from the kiss they’d just shared.
“Amaru? You okay? Your face is bright red.”
Amaru sucked in a harsh breath and choked on it. “Where am I?” He looked around, stunned to find he was standing in the middle of the Valerii camp with Sam standing next to him. Luka and Vasily were nowhere to be found.
“You’re in camp. What’s wrong? Have you been getting enough sleep?” Sam pressed. He laid a hand on Amaru’s shoulder and Amaru immediately jumped away from the mage.
“Yep! Fine! Getting plenty of sleep!” Amaru chirped. Technically, he wasn’t sleeping at all at night, but he figured he’d stored up five hundred years of sleep. He could go quite a while without sleeping. But right now, with that crisp image still dancing through his head, he didn’t want anyone but his dragons touching him. “Where were we going? That’s right! The meeting. More dragons are here to help.”
“It’s a small group of four earth dragons along with King Chalo of the Earth Dragon Clan. They arrived last night and slept late from their long flight in. Apparently, Rodrigo and Chalo were catching up this morning, but everyone is being called together to make official plans,” Sam said.
That was right. He knew all of this. He needed to get his brain focused on saving his people and dragons. There would be plenty of time to think of Luka’s bare ass later. Vasily’s too.
As he resumed walking, Amaru glanced up at the sky. Bright blue was starting to peek between the rolling gray clouds, giving the promise that the storm system might be finally moving on. They were likely going to have the opportunity to get back to the cave and wake his people up. Or at least, wake up Irany so they could make some progress on getting the rest of their people conscious.
When they reached the giant white tent, Amaru poked his head in and almost backed out again. The space was crowded with dragons and mages. A lot of them he’d seen before, but too many were new. Maybe he could just go back to the old CD player he was taking apart and someone could come tell him what he needed to do.
“Amaru?”
Vasily’s warm, deep voice stopped his retreating feet and he found himself automatically walking toward the dragon, who was smiling at him. Smart feet. Take him to his dragon. Then they could find their other dragon together.