the amazing opulence and carved marble with each step she took. It was not only because of the beauty, but the gut-wrenching ache that was building inside her when she heard the baby. She wanted children, wanted a mate to break the loneliness. Maybe Bior would be suitable, certainly while she favored Mursi it would be difficult to be mated with him since they had a mutual dislike for each other.
Valencia stopped in front of set of heavy carved wood doors. “This is your suite, Michelle. Ours are at the end of the hall where you see the two guards in red standing.”
“Why so close?” Michelle cleared her throat. “I mean, I wouldn’t think Orin would want his half sister he didn’t know about being so close to his family.”
Valencia put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Michelle, you are family. From the time he knew about you it was a given fact. If you had met your father before he died it would have been the same way. There is no malice here from Orin or anyone in Paladin. He and the warriors have one goal: to remove the Shen menace from this world and Earth.”
“I’d believe you if it wasn’t for Mursi,” Michelle admitted. “He’s as mean as a rattlesnake. The reason why he wasn’t with us is because I had to kick his ass for disrespecting my mother.”
Valencia shook her head sadly. “He’s suffered a lot in the past few months. The death of his wife, knowing what the Shen did to her almost killed him.”
Michelle nodded in understanding. “He’s not the only one who has known loss from the creatures. I know a few people who have suffered at the hands of the Shen. I work with humans who’ve seen and understood the monsters that live under the bed and in their nightmares are very real. He’s a dick straight up.”
“If you knew the man before the loss you’d see the difference.” Valencia gave a smile and Michelle saw tears shimmering in her eyes. “I hope to see that man again. We have evening meal around seven Earth time, here it’s much darker.”
Michelle was hardly listening. She looked at the baby in Valencia’s arms. The baby’s big wide eyes and sweet disposition had her enraptured.
“Do you want to hold her?” Valencia asked.
Michelle was itching to take the baby but shook her head in refusal. She knew what was happening, her mother told her that her dragon cycle would kick in when she hit around the two hundred mark. She was a young dragon, only one hundred and eighty-six. But the loneliness combined with being around so many male dragons must have kicked her libido into high gear. The primal force inside her made her want to mate and to nest. Damn, I’m a warrior, not mother material . She could hear her mother’s laughter in her head and could still picture her saying , I was both.
“I’ll see you later, Valencia, thank you so much for inviting me into your home,” Michelle said and ran her finger down Dammir’s soft cheek. “I’ll hold you later, little princess.”
“Now she has an aunt to fly with when she gets older instead of all boys,” Valencia said. “Kalv’s wife Ginna will have a boy and she’s the only girl so far.”
“Both her and your son have the dragon within?” Michelle asked.
“Yes they do. Orin could tell from the time they were born and they have this uncanny knack of telling the sex of the baby before birth. I guess it’s a dragon thing,” Valencia answered. “I’ll let you get some rest, we’ll see you at dinner.”
Michelle nodded and stepped inside a room that was still flooded with light from the early evening. Blue silk with lines of gold in the fabric draped the ornate poster bed. There were two rooms, one with the bed and another with a huge marble tub.
A waterfall was part of the far wall over a tub the size of a small pool in a human backyard. Towels were stacked on shelves that seemed to be carved out of the rock, and when she trailed her fingers through the water it was warm. Who knew, she said to herself and