“Do you feel okay?” Bryn tried to hide the worry in his voice. “You still don’t have morning sickness, do you?”
I laughed into his chest, where I was currently splayed across. We decided to have just a little bit more alone time before facing the real world again. Both of us had been dealing with a little too much of that lately. “No, I’m fine.”
“God, Peej, you have no idea how much it was tearing me up to knowing you were pregnant and me not being there for you. At least not in the way that I wanted to be.”
It was almost weird how easily I was moving on from everything now that I had Bryn back. He made me feel anchored to reality in a way that no one else probably ever could. Sometimes it felt like if I didn’t share things with Bryn, they really didn’t happen, or didn’t mean anything. I guess that’s because he’d been the most important person in my life since I was five years old. “I don’t wanna think about any of it, Bryn. Let’s just pretend none of it happened.”
“Peej—that’s just not realistic.”
“Fine. If you can’t pretend, then lets at least not talk about it.” I frowned into his chest. Why rehash all the unpleasant things that had happened between us lately when we could simply be enjoying what was between us now?
Bryn didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and I knew he was thinking about if he should just go along or argue with me. He heaved a huge sigh, causing my head to move up and down with his chest. “Alright. You might have a point.”
“I always have a point.” I sat up and grinned at him.
“Yeah, but I didn’t say it was a good one.” Bryn gave me his patented lop sided grin complete with dimples, his eyes glinting at me with mischief.
My insides melted for him. I’d dreamt about that smile, combined with that gleam in his eyes . . . quite literally. I was suddenly hit with an overwhelming desire to have my unborn child wear that exact same smile. “I want the baby to be yours. So badly, Bryn,” I said around the huge lump that had formed in my throat.
Bryn’s face clouded over. “Yeah, me too.” He then guffawed. “Us parents . . . at nineteen . . . who would have thunk it?”
“Certainly not me. I always thought if anyone, Jenna would be the one to get pregnant this young.”
“Yeah, you and me both, Peej.”
Not wanting to let our conversation turn anywhere darker, I knew it was time for us to get back to reality. I always hated this part. “We have a Rider to question.” I pulled myself up and out of his embrace with reluctance and began getting dressed.
“You mean you do,” Bryn grumbled as he too started pulling his clothes on. I stopped and stared at his chiseled body. Even though Drake had been poisoning him, Bryn still looked mighty fine . . . mighty fine indeed.
I bit my lip with worry. “Are you sure you feel okay? I mean Drake was poisoning you. I think that maybe we should have Khol use his healing powers on you or something.” Would Khol have to touch Bryn, kiss him? That would be veeerry interesting, I smirked to myself.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bryn growled low. “Khol’s done enough. I’ll be fine. The poison will pass out of my system. Besides”—and he grinned at me mischievously—“I can think of plenty of ways to work it out of my body and none of them require anyone but you.”
I chose to ignore his remark about Khol and laughed. “That doesn’t even make sense, Bryn. I’m going to label that innuendo as failed.”
“It’s not failed because you got what I was going for,” Bryn protested with false indignance.
“Yeah, okay, whatever.” I rolled my eyes at him as I turned to leave the room. It felt so good—beyond good—to be able to talk to Bryn like this again. I’d missed him so much. He might be more, but he was still my best friend—my best friend with tons of extra benefits. “By the way”—I stopped and met Bryn’s gaze with narrowed eyes—“if you ever try to leave me again.” I paused for dramatic effect. “I’ll more than just slap you.” I don’t know why I felt the need to tell him that at that moment, but I did. Maybe on some level I felt most things we could move on and not talk about . . . bury our heads in the sand . . . but not that.
Bryn gave me a tight-lipped smile. “We’re mated now. Nothing to worry about.”
I bared my teeth at him, feeling every bit the full-blooded dragon that I was. “If something happens—like before—if you walk away from me—you’ll regret it.”
Bryn’s brows furrowed together as he studied me. “Are you threatening me, Peej?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
Bryn’s full lips turned up slightly at the corners showcasing his dimples. “I wonder if it’s the whole being mated thing, but I kind of think it’s hot, how you’re reacting to the thought of me leaving.”
I quirked one bemused eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” His eyes darkened to show the sudden heat in them that was burning for me. “I know I was stupid, Peej—beyond stupid. But you know I did it all out of love for you.”
I flicked my gaze to the floor, not wanting to get caught in the magnetic pull of his sea storm eyes. “That almost makes it worse,” I mumbled.
Macon appeared in front of me, causing me to jump about a mile. One would think I’d be used to dragons popping in and out around me by now, but I wasn’t. And I could only sense the ripple of power letting me know someone was about to appear if I was paying attention, and not fully focused on Bryn. “My lord sent me to bring you to question the Rider known as Cliff. He wanted to remind you that you also have queenly duties that go beyond seeing to your mate Bryn.” Harsh. But then again I guess Khol reserved the right to be a little mean to me after everything we’d been through together.
“Lead the way,” I said, somehow managing to curb my sarcastic tongue.
Bryn and I trailed along behind Macon silently hand in hand. The tension between Macon and us was palpable. I had the feeling Macon wanted to say something to me but just couldn’t bring himself to broach whatever subject it was. I was sure it either had to do with Jenna, or the fact that Bryn and I were mated . . . again. Either way, I was glad he didn’t want to go there at the moment.
When we came to a huge wooden door, much like the one that Jenna was stashed behind, Macon pushed it open and stepped back to allow us entrance. We both slid past him, and I for one didn’t make eye contact.
“It’s about time,” Khol’s annoyed voice greeted us as soon as I crossed the threshold. I looked up to meet his eyes and beyond his annoyance was a world of pain. I had completely crushed him by choosing Bryn. I knew that on some level, but seeing it was something else entirely. I dropped Bryn’s hand as my face heated. How could I be so callous? I didn’t have to rub it in Khol’s face, did I?
“Hey,” I said as my entire face flushed. I was a horrible, horrible person. But then again I couldn’t really be considered a person so . . . I was a horrible, horrible dragon. I then looked over to see a tied up and bloodied Cliff. “What the hell? What did you do?” Oh, please don’t tell me that Khol has been taking out his anger on Cliff. I was still holding onto the hope that we could return him to his normal life once we figured out a way to get the Rider out of him.