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safety and
happiness.  I beg you, no more courage.  No more flying on bed sheets or trying
to storm blood mage castles." 
    He placed her back
on her feet smiling down at her while she rolled her eyes at the impossible
idea of Eben Kinkaid "brought to his knees".  
    "You old
dragons seem prone to drama.  As if anything would bring you to your
knees."  She teased, rubbing her hand down his fierce face.  "You
forget I've seen inside your stubborn proud head.  There is not one thing on
this earth that could bring you low." 
    He took her hand
from his face and kissed the back of her fingers.  "There is one
thing."  Then his grip tightened and he used his other arm to sweep around
her waist and pull her bone crushingly close.  "I will not lose you.  Shameaa." 
His eyes of old gold bore into hers.  "Not your smile, not your scent,” He
breathed in; his eyes closing in appreciation.  "Not the way you feel in
my arms and not the way you feel in my heart.  Not any part of you.  I would
take on the world to keep your family safe and you by my side."
    The intensity of
his deep need was as awful as it was awe-inspiring.  It buffeted her from all
sides like a great tide that would drown her.  How could she, as young and
insignificant as she was give this powerful being what he yearned for?  How
could she be enough?  Morgan shivered out a breath and opened her heart as far
as she could flooding him with her fears and insecurities, but also her wish to
be all that he needed.  She felt his full body shudder and then he relaxed his
grip incrementally. 
    And, in his love
that flowed over her, she found the words to speak.  "I don't have great
wisdom, or courage.  My powers may seem truly insignificant in your world where
magic can be breathed like air, but I know you, Eben Kinkaid, I see you, not
the nightmare of dragon kind.  I see the heart that you think has been long lost
to blood and time.  I doubt myself and my good fortune to find you when life
has always been so hard.  But I do not doubt you, or your strength, or your
valiant heart.  It's precious to me," she said once again brushing her
free hand down his cheek, “as is your smile."
    His grip released
further and he leaned down placing his forehead against hers.  She wound her
arms around his neck and held him as he breathed her in.  "Would that you
always see me thus."
    "I believe I
am jealous."  Ladon said, causing Eben and Morgan to look up.  He stood
leaning against the wall, his well-muscled arms crossed.  He was dressed in
brown leather breeches and a sleeveless tunic held almost closed over his
massive chest by a wide leather belt.  There was gold threaded through the
tunic marking him house of fire and his shiny black boots stopped above the
knee.  He was mouthwateringly gorgeous from his leather shod feet to his
incandescent gold hair.  Morgan felt her mouth fall open further and again had
to wonder at her good fortune.  He was entirely too beautiful to be hers. 
    Ladon pushed off
from the wall with a sudden broad smile.  "Never mind."
    Morgan continued
to gawk as he came closer and lifted her chin pulling her eyes off his amazing
chest and closing her mouth.  "If you keep looking at me like that we'll
never make the council meeting."
    That was bad right?
    "Now I
believe I am jealous."  Eben said darkly, making Ladon laugh.  Eben
grabbed Morgan around the waist until her back met his front.  She couldn't
hide her all over body shiver when he bit the arch of her neck in warning.
    "Come Shameaa. 
We must make ourselves as presentable as the young princeling."  Morgan
couldn't help a disbelieving sniff.  Maybe Eben would look that good but her?
    Ladon stepped
forward until they were nose to chest with Eben at her back.  She looked up
into his suddenly serious face her head falling back to hit Ebens chest. 
"You will look stunning dressed in my fire, little falcon.  Never doubt
it.  There will not be a dragon who sees you that