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“I’ve acclimated to weird shit hanging around you guys. I forgot that this is the real world and people are going to notice a dragon.” As the sun started to rise from the horizon, I pulled the visor down to stop the light from getting in my eyes as I stared after the dragon. “Fuck, what are we going to do? We can’t tackle a dragon.”

“We shall have to hope that the witches and their protector will clear up their mess,” Zaide said.

I nodded. It wasn’t our problem. There was probably a supernatural task force for this kind of disaster. I hoped.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Zaide lean his head back and close his eyes. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“I am drained. Her power is our power. She might have been the one to use it and suffer the most effects, but I feel empty now.”

“But before that, you know, in the cave, you were …”

He bowed his head and said quietly. “I can’t explain why I reacted the way I did. But I’m also glad to be out of the cave.”

I was glad too but didn’t want to kill the mood when we should be celebrating our escape. I changed the subject to happier thoughts. “I can’t wait for a shower. The things I’m going to do to that soap.”

Zaide chuckled. “I’m sure I don’t want to know.”

Grinning, I side-eyed him. “I’m sure you’ll have your own romance with the soap.” He was quiet. I glanced at him again to see him staring at me. “What?”

He grinned. “Are we still talking about soap?”

My brow furrowed. “Well, I was.”

But I knew what he was referring to.

Clawdia.

I had a connection to her for life now. I cared about her. Was attracted to her. It was bound to impact our relationship. But Zaide was just as bound to her. She couldn’t pick. It was a conundrum for sure.

“As I have said, I do not mind sharing … soap with you, Charlie. Soap is important to us both.”

Sharing soap and sharing a person are two completely different things.

One, everyone does, and the other is rare.

But I suppose being a titan soul pair couple and a witch and familiar couple is rare. Clawdia is rare. Special. A wonder. Maybe that needs a special kind of relationship.

I shook my head. It wasn’t the time for those thoughts.

“Okay, the soap thing is getting out of hand. We both know what we mean, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Let's just get back and actually have a few hours of peace and quiet and food and cleanliness before the next disaster happens.”

CHAPTER10

CLAWDIA

My eyelashes fluttered open to see relief in familiar purple but bloodshot eyes. “Zaide,” I murmured in recognition.

As the memories of the night came back to me, I jumped up and threw myself into his arms. I pulled back to hold his face in my hands as I stared at him in relief and joy.

“Oh my lord, you’re all right! Thank God. I was so worried. Are you all right? Where are we?” I couldn't take my eyes off him as I searched for any visible wounds, and I was flooded with an emotion I hadn't felt in years.

Love.

I love him.

And how could I not love him? He was so willing to do everything in his power to keep me safe and happy. He had faith in me. He trusted me to save us when he had no proof that I could. He was my rock and my champion and my cheerleader. Of course I loved him. But now was not the time to tell him.

I looked around. “We’re back at the apartment?” I was lying on the sofa in the living room, and although I had a crick in my neck and stiff legs, I didn't care. I was so glad to be on cushions. My bruises were praising the heavens that they didn't have to spend another night on rocks and hard ground.

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