Dragons and legends...It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon.

I don't like it when I outweigh my men.

But you can't marry someone to fix him, even if you love them.

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

For Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, I’d wait forever. “Really?” he asked in a tone I’d never heard from him before. Softer. Vulnerable. Adam didn’t do vulnerable. “Really what?” I asked. “Despite the way our bond scares you, despite the way someone in the pack played you, you’d still have me?” He'd been listening to my thoughts. This time it didn't bother me. “Adam,” I told him, “I’d walk barefoot over hot coals for you.

Dragons and legends...It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon.

She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door