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“I am, too. But I’ve accepted it.” I looked up at him. “But that’s not what I was thinking about.”
He pulled me to face him, cupping my jaw gently. “Tell me.”
I slid my hands beneath his heavy cloak and around his waist, pressing my body against his. “I was thinking how familiar everything is here at Valla Lokkyr, but also so foreign.”
He brushed the pad of his thumb across my cheekbone. “You haven’t been away that long.”
“But everything has changed.” I smiled, noting the intensity of his gaze. Always, those dragon eyes watched me with such care. Not with only the hunger of a mate but with tenderness, too. “I miss Näkt Mir,” I admitted. “I’m ready to go home.”
His mouth slid into a smile. My heart raced faster as he dipped his mouth toward mine.
“Home,” he whispered against my lips. “I like hearing you call Näkt Mir ‘home.’”
“It is my home now,” I confessed. “It reminds me of you. And wherever you are is my home.”
At that, I held him tighter, pressing my body against his. He brushed his lips against the sliver of skin exposed above my cloak. “I can’t imagine what I did to ever deserve you, but the gods better beware if they try to take you from me.”
“Hush, Goll. They’ll hear you and do something terrible.”
He chuckled against my skin, tickling me. I laughed, too, then hummed with pleasure when his lips brushed softly, hotly up the column of my neck.
“One more day to visit with your brother, then we’ll leave.”
“Now you’re concerned about me having quality time with my brother?” I pulled back to quirk a brow at him.
“Once I get you tucked away at home, you won’t be leaving for quite some time.”
The baby.
“And besides,” he added soberly, “you still have some work to do before then.”
“I do,” I agreed, knowing we had a long road ahead before we’d be back in the comforts of Näkt Mir. The thought both invigorated and exhausted me.
But we still had tonight.
“Come,” I told him, taking his hand and leading him back toward the palace. “I’d like to sleep with you in my old bedchamber.”
“Will we be sleeping?”
I peered over my shoulder at him. “Not much.”
He swept me up into his arms. “Point the way, my mizrah.”
I loved it the most when he called me his mizrah now. A term I’d once thought equaled my enslavement was not that at all. Vix’s Mizrah had been his most precious partner in life. That was what I was to Goll, and me to him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’d like to forget about everyone and everything else for a little while.”
“I can help you forget,” he rumbled in that lusciously dark voice of his, sending a tendril of heat straight to my core.
I lay my head on his chest, content that for tonight, we could tuck ourselves away from the world—from all that had happened and from all the responsibilities awaiting us. Tonight, it would be just us.
Epilogue
Goll
I couldn’t takemy eyes off him. After two full months, I was still helplessly enamored with our newborn son. His complexion was a paler gray than mine, and he had no wings. I could see the tiny nubs of his first two horns beneath the skin and cap of black hair.
But his eyes. They came from his mother—a bright indigo, like the color of twilight at the edge of night. His pupils were slit vertically like mine and a tiny core of gold encircled them. There was also a lock of silver-white hair streaking through the black on one side.
