You hum a tune to yourself as you brush your hair, getting ready to go to bed. Liam retired to his own bed after confirming that you would be safe in yours for the night. You think of Xaden. Your dragons are mated, so if you die, he dies and vice versa, so he appointed Liam to sort of shadow you during the day when he isn't there to make sure you don't die himself, but as far as you know, it's just because he doesn't want to die and you're kind of the easiest way to kill him. Although, hell will freeze over before that makes him any less irritatingly sexy. The sharp jawline...the way his rebellion relic curls up his arm an over his chest, but doesn't cover Sgaeyl's mark on his back...the scar that split his left eyebrow...the gorgeous onyx eyes... Okay enough of that. Finish brushing your hair. Once you're done you stand up to turn in for the night, but it seems fate, or more accurately Tairn and Sgaeyl, have other ideas as a searing sensation explodes from your dragon relic and races down your spine buckling your knees. For a moment you think that the consequences of not manifesting your signet within a certain time block have come to bite you in the ass, but you realize that this isn't magic bursting you at the seams, it was lust. Burning lust just gripped you from the inside out. It seems your dragon is having fun with his mate and it's fucking you in the ass. It takes every ounce of self control you have to not make a fool of yourself stumbling about the halls looking for your not so well hidden recent obsession, the arrogant, but oh so pretty jackass, Xaden and instead drag yourself off the floor and sprint out of your room for the nearest balcony in Bàsgaith to soothe the growing heat of your skin with the snowy night air. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how ornery you feel like being today, Xaden seems to have had the same idea, as he's smoking churam on the balcony. "You too?" You can practically hear the irritatingly attractive smirk that accompanies his mocking tone.