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realm any longer. We tried. It’s dead to us. We actually
feared Laryn would be unable to cross even for his claiming. We
don’t know how or even why it all works the way it does. You are
here, so obviously Laryn was successful at the claiming. I fear
they will continue every twenty-five years, minus Bastian’s turn,
until all have transcended to dragon. That could take thousands of
years. We have no way of knowing.”
    I plop back into the chair and cover
my eyes. “I must return to the blue dragon, but I truly don’t want
to. I spent my life training to kill him and I’ve
failed.”
    Acasia places a hand on my arm and her
gentle voice soothes me. “You haven’t failed. I know it’s hard now.
I also know the next few months will be harder. Someday you will
love your blue dragon as much as I love Bastian. It’s what the
claiming is all about. When you meet Sarn you will understand the
complete desolation a dragon goes through when a bride dies. Tahr’s
bride, Meagan, is still alive but old and frail. You will see how
he worships her. Then you will truly understand the gift granted to
us so that we may love a dragon.”

Chapter Ten
     
    Laryn
    I’ve created divots in the carpet from
stomping back and forth. It’s been three hours since my return. One
more hour and I will ruin what I’ve fought for these past
twenty-five years… peace with my brothers. But I will have my bride
back. Dragons are not known for patience. One hour!
    Suddenly, my dragon radar goes on full
alert as Bastian crosses into my realm. Acasia and Ashrac are not
with him. My bride is. She may have no magic, but the invisible
bond created by the claiming is in perfect working order. I feel
her deep inside me. It doesn’t help my disposition. I don’t want
Bastian alone with my bride.
    Bastian’s voice rings
through my head as he says, “That’s enough, Laryn. Your bride is
safe from me. Acasia would kill me if I so much as looked sideways
at your trinket.” My hands fist at the term trinket . I don’t know why it bothers
me, though. Bastian continues before I can blare back into his
head. “She wishes to be dropped off at the room in the tower that
you provided. No wonder she left at the first
opportunity.”
    “ It’s a nice room,” I
grumble. “If I keep her too close, I will care about her. This way
is safest.”
    Now I receive laughter before his
reply. “And how has that worked for you? I thought you wiser than
that. We have them so we may fall in love. The sooner the better.
It gives us more time.”
    Those were nearly the same words
Maleah said before her death. It doesn’t matter because I will have
none of it. “Deposit her at the chamber. Tell her I will be there
shortly. It would help my disposition if she waits on her
knees.”
    He doesn’t speak further, though his
laughter sounds in my head until he’s in the tower. A short while
later, my patience at an end, he tells me she is ensconced in the
room. “You are invited to cards at my place two weeks hence. Be
sure to bring your bride. My son is quite taken with
her.”
    A grunt is my only reply. I can take
it no longer. Dressed again in another pair of jeans, I charge to
the tower. A few feet from the door, I grow nervous. What should I
do? Earlier, I would have just thrown it open. Now I’m at a loss. I
pull my fingers through my slightly tangled hair. This is stupid.
She left me and must be punished. My hand goes to the door, but
before I can touch it, she throws it open.
    A blade jabs into my neck and I’m
absolutely speechless.
    “ Stop right there.” She
gasps and then looks me up and down before her gaze returns to
mine. “It is you. Don’t think your muscled chest and pretty face
will make me soften to your touch. I demand respect.” She stomps
her foot against the floor with her last words.
    I’d laugh if I wasn’t in so much
shock. The point of the sword digs deeper. This can go one of two
ways. I can knock it from her hand and have her over my