Page 63 of Siren's Treasure

Raggon’s mouth fell open in shock, a tangle of emotions warring within him—distrust, amazement, and pride all colliding at once. He stumbled back a half-step and glanced down at Thessa. “Did you know about this…?”

Thessa nodded, rising on tiptoe to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, her touch instantly steadying him. Her fingers traced a soothing path along his jaw, quickly coaxing a smile back to his shocked mouth. “Welcome back to the land of the living—life is about to get… extraordinary.”

“What are you waiting for?” a voice rumbled through the air like distant thunder, multi-toned and resonating with depth that no human throat could produce. Tobias’s new form carried both the dragon’s power and his brother’s good humor, laced heavily with mischief. “This is the best part of Circe’s curse!”

Loud squawking clashed with the sound of waves as Sterling swooped between them with a dramatic dive and barrel roll. “All aboard, ye landlubbers!”

Raggon’s hand squeezed Thessa’s, their fingers interlocking—their grip forged in fire and sea magic, their bond unbreakable.

The dragon lowered itself to the sand, wings partially extended in invitation. They were in for another adventure—but then again, with his mermaid at his side, the world of humans begged to be explored together.

His legs itched to walk with her beneath the ancient oak trees planted by his ancestors, to race with her along the sandy beach, and to surreptitiously tangle those lovely ankles with his beneath the royal dinner table… to get them through a long evening of Morris’ dry lectures on the sixteen sacred knots of maritime diplomacy, each more tedious than the last.

Raggon couldn’t believe his luck that he’d caught a mermaid with the power to heal more than his heart, his kingdom would thrive under her rule. He drank in her smiles and the dark eyes alive with the fire of her spirit. “Thessa, I’m craving the soothing tones of your sea-charmed lips—what lullabies can you sing to me?”

Her laugh rippled across the water with the silver moonlight. “Why, Shadow of the Tide, are you having trouble sleeping?” shewhispered. “What would you have me sing? Songs of adventure, of worlds beyond the horizon?”

“As long as they’re sung by you,” he said, drawing her close, “I’ll follow your siren’s call anywhere.”

The End