Waggling her eyebrows and leaning her forehead to his, his magnificent Mate, the only woman he would ever love, the one person who completed him like no other ever could, winked, “As far as I am concerned, we are already Mated, and I dare anybody to say anything to the contrary. We've got all the time in the world, and I'm not ready to share you with anyone yet, Catman Do."
Kissing her soundly and holding her tight, Max chuckled, “I keep forgetting to ask, what exactly is a Catman Do?”
“It’s you, Max. You, my Catman, can do it all." Then, with a sexy purr, she added, "And in all the right ways." Kissing him soundly, she breathed into his mind,“Damn, I love you, Maximillian Prentice. I love you something awful."
"And I love you, Bridgette Prentice. With everything that I am."
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN…
Always remember you are good enough, and you deserve love.
Even if it takes a while to be with the one made for you, it’s all worth it and then some.
XOXO, Ettie
EPILOGUE
ONE WEEK LATER
“Have to find her. Must find her. Will find her. Only she can…" his voice was haunting even to his ears.
Feeling his way along the craggy rocks, the scent and sound of the ocean to his left guiding every footfall, the Dragon followed the only instinct he'd had since hearing her voice through the walls of his last prison. Time after time, he'd broken free, his every thought and desire to find her, to hold her, to tell her he was sorry he hadn't found her earlier – to ease the pain of loss that burned within her heart and soul.
But he was always denied…
He had tried. Oh, how he had tried. The Great Goddess and the Ancients knew he had tried. He had escaped so many times that he'd lost count. He had been free and searching the Earth for her, then captured by another and another.
But every time he fought. He refused to relent. And ultimately, he broke free.
Every time, he was recaptured. Every time, the torture was worse. The pain was inescapable. His captors constantly changed, but their objective was always the same – they wanted to break him, take him apart, and use what made him who and what he was for their own twisted desires.
But he was stronger than they could ever imagine. He was a true Warrior. No one and nothing could break him. Yes, he could bleed, but so would they.
Thoughts of her were his only reprieve. Her, and only her, drove the madness away, allowed him to think, to hold onto the sanity his tormentors had tried to steal from him.
Only with her could he be whole. Only with her would the Dragon King with whom he shared his soul awake. Only with her would he escape the looming Darkness that longed to steal his soul.
Nothing would stop him from finding her. They were meant to be together. She was made for him, and he was made for her. The light at the base of his soul, the Mating Bond he shared with the only woman he would ever love, had come alive. The time was right. Finally, he would be with her, the elusive missing piece of his soul, the one whose Light would temper his Darkness, the woman whose scent reminded him of everything good and right in the world.
But he was being tracked. He could feel them. They were getting closer with each passing day. Not the evil taint from before, these were of his kind, his kin, ones he could trust, but he could not, would not stop.
He had to do this. He had to find her.
It was her.
It was always her. It would always be her. He would find her, or he would die trying.
