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magic. Lying there, with him stroking her skin, she wondered if it was worth it. Was being with Dòmhnall, like this, really worth what they had lost?
    He kissed the top of her head, his hand on her shoulder pulling her closer, as if he wanted to meld them together. At that moment, she wondered if yes, it was worth it. But then the thought of the wolf returned, how close they had come to being killed, and how dangerous it would be if the rest of the pack turned up to exact revenge for their fallen pack member.
    At this thought, she gained some perspective on their joining. They may have consummated their relationship, but it would be worthless if they didn’t make it out of here. They belonged in the other world. For all they knew, the bond might be meaningless here. But it wasn’t; she could feel how deep her need for him went.
    “You know, our magic hasn’t gone. It’s like someone put it to sleep,” she said as he absently stroked her skin.
    “What do you mean?” he asked.
    “Think about it. You still want me. I still want you. I think if the bond is still there, then your dragon is still inside you. Maybe we just have to try to fathom how we get him to come back out.”
    He sat up, and looked down at her. “While I was out picking the hazelnuts, I tried, several times. But nothing. I can’t summon him. He might be asleep, but it’s more than that. I think my dragon is dormant inside me.” He paused, and then his voice shook as he finished. “But I can’t keep trying to summon him. It kills me. Little by little, the loss of who I was is taking a part of me away.”
    “Dòmhnall. I’m sorry.” She sat up and kissed his shoulder, then rested her head on his chest as she said, “I will find a way to wake him up. I promise.”
    He rose from the bed and went to the door, the magic between them broken. “We should go out and get what food we can. I suggest we stay together, one on lookout at all times. Then we come back here, light the fire and keep the door bolted securely. Hopefully that will keep anything out.”
    She dragged her clothes back on, sensing a chill in the air. Night would soon be upon them; they needed to be safe. But she was scared she had lost the closeness they had experienced. His need for the dragon to come back to him was taking him away from her, away from this world. Is that what would happen? He would slowly fade away if she couldn’t make him complete again?
    Straightening up, she promised herself, and him, that she would do whatever it took, whatever sacrifice was needed, to make this right for him.
     

Chapter Twelve – Dòmhnall
    “I still don’t see why you won’t let me carve up the carcass of that wolf,” Dòmhnall said, after eating an unsatisfying meal of green leaves and nuts. “Dragons are not built to be vegetarians.”
    “You might be content to eat anything, but I am not. It’s a wolf, you don’t even know where it came from.” Tara was stoking the fire; he struggled to keep his eyes off her luscious body. All he wanted to do was take her to bed and claim her once more. It seemed as though he needed to make up for all the time they had lost circling each other, neither daring to let their defences down. Now that they had, well, he could hardly keep his mind on anything other than how sweet her skin tasted and how he wanted to massage her voluptuous breasts with his large hands. They fit together perfectly, just like other parts of their anatomy.
    He should have kept his mind away from those kinds of thoughts, because now he was so hard he would struggle to think of anything other than being inside her.
    “I suppose we had better get some sleep,” he said, his gaze drifting to the bed, his mind filled with images of her lying on it, naked.
    “I’m so tired, but I don’t know if I could sleep. What if we are attacked in the night?”
    “I am a light sleeper; nothing will come through the door without waking me.” Dòmhnall rose to his feet and held out