Dominic inclined his head. “Bjorn confirmed it to Yuki.”
Eight hours. Less, once logistics and signatures and men with polished shoes started calling kidnapping procedure.
I looked past Dominic toward the dark window, as if Norway might be visible from the apartment if I hated it hard enough.
“And after he files?”
“Rhain boards a Norwegian council aircraft within two hours of Martin’s signature.”
My stomach dropped. He gave me a breath to take it in.
“By lunch,” he continued, “he is in Tromsø.”
“What does Yuki plan to do?”
“She is already moving.”
That should’ve reassured me. It didn’t.
“She authorized me to bring this to you tonight rather than morning,” he continued. “The rest is yours to decide.”
The rest. As if the rest weren’t a cliff edge dressed up as a choice.
“Dominic.”
“Yes?”
“What happens if I bring him in?”
Everything between us went still. Something in him locked into place with terrible care. “You mean into this,” he said.
“Yes.”
His eyes held mine. “Into our nest.”
I swallowed. “Into us.”
His answer didn’t come fast. Dominic thought through every word before he gave it to me. I could feel what he wasn’t saying: the possessive dragon part of him that had come through the door and scented Rhain on my skin.
“If you choose him,” he said at last, “he would bite you.”
My pulse moved under my skin.
“Not over my mark,” Dominic added. His voice stayed even, but the bond tightened around the words. “Beside it, or opposite it. Depending on the placement you choose.”
“The placement I choose.”
“Yes.” Dominic watched me take in the choice.
“You would also bite him,” he said.
“I would claim him back.”
“Yes.”
“The way I claimed you.”
“Not exactly.” His correction was gentle.
