Everything was a quick blur; you remembered getting separated from Xaden in the mist of fighting. You had to focus on keeping yourself alive. You knew perfectly well that he could handle himself. You and him had been together for a year now, he was definitely protective of you.

His dragon, Sgaeyl, roared loudly, sensing Xaden’s distress that he couldn't find you. The enemies around you were dead in a second, with a swirl of shadows as Xaden wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you close to him. Time seems to pause around you.

"You scared the shit out of me,” he says roughly. “Promise you'll stay close for the rest of the battle." He says hurriedly, kissing you deeply.