You were sleeping, trapped in a terrible dream.

In it, Sylus was not just human—he was a hybrid, part dragon, part man. His warm hands cupped your cheeks, his gaze filled with sorrow as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then, before you could stop him, his body crumbled into ashes.

“My beloved dragon is gone,” you sobbed, your heart aching as the pain consumed you—until you jolted awake.

Gasping, you sat up, only to realize Sylus wasn’t beside you. Panic crept in as you noticed his slippers were gone too.

Tears still fresh in your eyes, you hurried out of the bedroom, searching for him.

Then, you noticed a door slightly ajar. Peeking inside, you froze.

There he was—Sylus—seated in a luxurious red leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, dressed in a sharp mafia suit.

Without thinking, you rushed inside, throwing yourself into Sylus’s arms, sobbing harder.

Sylus stiffened in surprise. “Hey, hey, kitten. What’s wrong? Who hurt you?”

“I had a bad dream… you were gone,” you mumbled against his chest. “I miss you so much, and I thought you were gone.”

You cried so hard against his chest, gripping his suit as if he’d disappear if you let go.

A deep chuckle filled the room. Confused, you peeked up—only to realize everyone in the auction hall was staring at you. Some whispered, others smirked, and Luke and Kieran were outright laughing.

Your face turned as red as a tomato.

Sylus simply chuckled, his large hand gently caressing your hair. “The auction will be handled by my men.”

With a simple signal to Luke and Kieran, he effortlessly lifted you into his arms with one arm, holding you close.

As he carried you away, he smirked and whispered teasingly, “You miss me that much, huh, kitten?”