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dammit! the male demanded, his voice little more than a growl. I’ll come and rescue you .
    Chase couldn’t help it, she barked out a laugh before she remembered that laughing and broken ribs didn’t play so nice together.
    I don’t need rescuing—
    Sellers’ spell broke with a snap she felt all the way down to her toes.
    Fuck me....
    Sucking in a breath, she held a hand to her ribs and let go, allowing her body to dissolve and fall into darkness. She coiled her shadow form around and back on itself gingerly to ease all the kinks out. Pain stabbed into her side at several movements so she took it easy, breathing a sigh of relief as her scales rustled and shifted back into place. With the change of form, most of her injuries fell away like they’d never been, leaving just the deepest and most gruesome for her to heal the old-fashioned way. Through time. Exactly the reason Sellers had locked her into the one form. It was the only way he could make her suffer. Feel pain.
    Happily, sweetness . The male’s voice lost the growl and became silky. Just tell me when and where.
    Yeah, right, she snapped back. Like that’s happening.
    It will happen. The arrogance in his voice lit the match of her temper. I’ll find you and you’re mine. You know you are.
    Pffft, no one owns a Nightborne. Her voice was dismissive as she extended ethereal wings to full stretch in a slow movement and felt the wind under them. The feeling was bliss after being trapped in her human body for so long, even if her side did pull a little where her ribs were healing. She’d have to be careful flying and moving for a while. And anyone who tries is an idiot.
    What did you say?
    He dropped the silky tone, the surprise evident even over their mental link. A link he shouldn’t have unless— She cut that thought off before it could form. She had no mate. Didn’t want or need one. She had too much to do, and Baby to look after, before she could even think about taking a mate.
    I said you’re an idiot.
    No, not that part.
    She could almost see his irritation and grinned as she launched herself into the night sky as he started talking again. The part about the Nightborne? What did you mean? Is that what you are? A Nightborne dragon?
    Chase rolled her eyes, wings beating the air as she climbed high over the city. She could sense him clumsily feeling along the link, trying to locate her and suppressed her snort. He didn’t have a chance in hell. Her shields were back at full strength now and the only reason she still spoke to him was because she wanted to.
    Hells, don’t you know anything? Or what you are?
    No.
    The insecurity in the single word answer struck at her heart and she paused mid wing-beat. You don’t know what you are? Shit, that was rough. To not know what you were was to not know who you were.
    No, we were abandoned just after birth. Never found our family. Some old Warden said we were Shadow-dragons, but we’ve never seen another of our kind. Until you.
    Now she felt like an ass. An ass with a mission, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t talk to him. She just wasn’t going to meet him. Ever. Not when the mere sound of his voice had the mating call pulling at her heart.
    You are Shadow-dragons. I thought myself to be the last of our kind, but I was obviously mistaken. If you were born…. Then there might be more of us now. How old are you?
    He chuckled, the rich, deep sound so sexy that it sent a shiver down her spine. Now, if we start that, I’ll have to ask your age. Disclosure of information and all that, and I make it a point of courtesy not to ask a lady’s age.
    Good luck finding a lady around here, sunshine. She allowed amusement to filter through her mental voice and banked between two high-rise buildings. I don’t need to know to the date, but were you born in this time?
    What a strange thing to ask. What time would I have been born in? The dark ages?
    Great. He was an idiot. A sarcastic one to boot.
    Don’t worry , she