“Most likely, other dra’gwar will scour the lands beyond Keldar in search of Somma’s blood to offer in sacrifice,” I answered dryly. “What do you plan to name this great new tribe, tal of my heart?”
“Tellan.” Jalan answered immediately. He gazed down into my eyes, a hint of a smile crinkling his eyes. “Hope for Keldar; hope for us all. Hope that our devalki will be met with love.”
I slipped my hand into the neck of his shirt, fingers stroking over my marks branded into his flesh. Immediately, flames blazed in his eyes. “Perhaps tal’Tellan would consider sharing a bath with his mate?”
Jalan picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, heading to my lair above at a hard trot. “Wells, yes, my love. Do you think you’ll survive a bath?”
“Only if you can survive my fire.”
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