Page 61 of Dragon Me Through Space

I nodded and climbed beneath the covers.

Wayne pulled me across the bed until I was in the center, spooned his body around mine, and whispered, “Go to sleep, mate. We’ll keep you safe.”

“Thank you,” I whispered as my heavy eyes began to close.

At some point, Zeke had returned and joined us in the bed, though I hadn’t woken when he had.

Instead, I woke the next morning, sweating as I lay surrounded by Dragonkin heat. Wayne was still spooned behind me, an arm beneath my neck and the other right beneath my breasts.

Zeke lay with his large arm draped across my stomach, a leg over my hips, his face inches from mine.

“Out,” I gasped for air.

Immediately, both released me, rolling over onto their opposite sides.

Sitting up, I gasped in cool air and realized that someone had kicked the blankets off the bed at some point. Even still, I was coated in sweat.

Crawling down the center of the bed, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up and shower the sweat off.

A tentative knock sounded as I started drying off.

“We’re meeting everyone for breakfast,” Zeke announced.

“I’ll be ready as soon as I get dressed,” I advised.

“We’ll meet you there,” he replied.

“Okay.”

When I stuck my head out, both were gone, allowing me to dress alone.

My brain still hadn’t fully caught up to everything that had happened yesterday, but it was trying. My chest did feel lighter than it had in … as long as I could remember.

Was this what it felt like to feel safe?

When I entered the dining room, Gage walked over and kissed my cheek. “You look lovely this morning.”

“Erm, thanks,” I mumbled, not used to him speaking to me that way.

Preston sat at the head of the table, stoic as ever, eyes focused on me like always. “Did you sleep well?”

I nodded. “A little sweaty, but well.”

He smiled. “Yes, I suppose that makes sense with your lower body temperature.”

Zeke pulled out a chair for me and I sat in it, brows raised. Was this what he was going to be like from now on?

“So, what’s our next move?” I asked.

“We head home,” Preston announced.

My eyes widened. “Home?”

“Our home,” he added. “Drakorantia, our planet. Now that we’ve completed our mission, locating you, it’s time for us to return.”

“Oh. How far is it?” I asked, though I had a billion more questions lined up.

“From here, it’s about a two-week journey,” Gage answered without turning around from the food replicator where he was getting our breakfast ready.