Her hair rippled past him, and he caught her scent—vanilla and something as smoky as her voice and eyes. He inhaled it deeply, tightening his arms around her waist as they soared. He had no idea what was happening, what transcendental experience he was having, other than the fact that it felt right. That for the first time in twenty-six years he felt like he belonged, and that he was exactly where he should be, soaring through the air on the back of a dragun, his hands around a shadow princess’s waist.
