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by another of the Djinn.
    “Lucan?” she murmured as she stirred.
    “Right here, love. I’m not going anywhere. Never again.”
    She turned in his arms and hugged him close. Her face pressed into his neck, and she started to kiss the skin there. He knew she wasn’t quite fully conscious of what was going on. Once, she returned to her full senses, she’d hate him.
    As much as he knew he shouldn’t, he took advantage of the situation. Tilting her head up with his fingers, he claimed her lips. He parted them insistently and delved inside to taste her. Mint and Meda. Pure heaven.
    Heat raced through his body—heat and an overwhelming sensation of belonging. Need. Home. Lust… Love.
    His arms crossed behind her, and he tipped backward on the bed so she straddled him and had control. They feverishly kissed, the years of separation binding them together with intense desire. Her fingers twined in his hair, as her tongue hungrily dueled with his. Her thighs gripped his sides, her pelvis grinding slowly against his. He groaned. He needed to be in her. He needed to be part of her. He needed to—
    You need to ease up for a few minutes and let me heal her, Maks interrupted.
    Lucan pulled his mouth from Meda’s with a shuddering gasp.
    “I’m so mad at you,” she whispered.
    “I know,” he answered. He swallowed. Beyond the hot desire, a plethora of pain clouded her eyes—pain he’d put there. It didn’t matter that he’d had no choice.
    There’s always a choice, his conscience prodded.
    Maks leaned against the dresser while Lucan sat up again and shifted Meda to lay against his pillows. She grabbed his arm, clarity in her stare. Her senses had returned. No doubt, she was about to skewer him.
    “Who are you?” she rasped.
    “Lucan,” he replied in surprise, his brows drawing together.
    “No. What are you? Explain. Because my husband most certainly wasn’t a…” She waved her hand toward the doorway, indicating what she’d seen in the living room. “He wasn’t a…shape-shifter—that’s what it’s called, right? A shape-shifter?”
    “I was one. I just didn’t know it. Not until the day I first changed.”
    “So you left me?” she demanded. “Because you become…a what? A dragon? You put me through hell. You let me think you were dead—”
    “I had no choice.” Lucan glanced over his shoulder at Maks who pretended preoccupation with the pictures and frippery on the dresser.
    “Why?” Meda insisted. “Because suddenly you sparkle in the sunlight or something? I’ve seen you in the daytime. You don’t shine.”
    From her derisive tone, it was clear she thought him lower than a slug. He felt just about as good.
    She scooted away from him and climbed off the far side of the bed, wincing and holding her arm as she looked around the room—for an escape route, no doubt.
    He got up and started around the bed, afraid she’d hurt herself. He didn’t want to have this argument in front of Maks, but it looked as if he had little choice. He and Meda needed to hash this out before she got any angrier.
    “No, I don’t sparkle, glow or shine. But on the day Dragons first shift, we burn. Our skin incinerates. It’s called molting. Two of my brothers found me and brought me back here.”
    “And they just knew where to find you? Do burning dragons put out some sort of Bat-Signal? This is all crap, Lucan, and you know it! If you didn’t want to be married, if you wanted to go out and sow your wild oats or whatever, you should have just told me. Divorce would have hurt a lot less.”
    Closing his eyes for a moment, he drove the fingers of both hands through his hair then blew out a hard breath before looking at her again. One of them had to remain calm.
    “It’s not crap. And I would never divorce you or be willingly parted from you. Meda, listen to me.” He pulled her resistant body into his arms. She could pummel him and scream her rage, but he still needed to hold her. “They were watching me. As a