She lured me here, he realized, full of wonder as he watched her stand and put out the fire with a bucket of water. He breathed deep one more time, just to assure himself of what he already knew. There were no other scents in the vicinity, old or new. This is her roost. There is no mate to watch over her; no one to protect her. She made her own dragonfire to call me to her side. Artem felt a rattling purr bubble up from the center of his chest as his eyes slid closed. The snarl of instinct smoothed out into a single, perfect thread connecting his heart to hers. She Chose me.
