“I could use a drink.” Magnus smiled down at Grace, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he guided her back toward the main building. “Maybe some lunch.”
“You ate before you left! No more than a couple of hours ago,” she scolded, but she laughed as well. There was little to no chance she’d withhold food, no matter how much trouble she gave him about it.
Rylan and Calla still discussed where the best place for the portal was when Vassago approached me, a salacious grin on his mouth. “How about you show me a new trick, Dragonfly?”
“Trick?” I asked.
“The one where you move those glorious wings and race me to the observatory.”
“If I lose?”
“Either way, you win, Greta. You should know that by now.”
I saw all his plans for us reflected in his eyes and just shook my head. “You’re trouble.”
“The best kind. What do you say, wife? Do you have the energy for one more flight?” He grinned as his lovely white feathered wings stretched out wide.
I braced myself, narrowed my eyes, and fluttered for all I was worth. My beautiful mate’s laughter chased me as I ascended straight up into the air, the feel of it around me something I hoped never to take for granted. His wings moved the wind in a way that pushed me closer to my goal, as well as him. I glanced over my shoulder, his smile clear into his eyes and joy heady.
I’d already won.
