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“He’s going to be okay.”

33

Jaz

I stared at myself in the mirror.

Amelia smiled. “Pretty sure they’re going to like that.”

“I love the blue gleam they have,” Yani said from her perch on Amelia’s bed. She was stroking Sookie, who lay on her back and waved her little legs.

I examined my arm. At first glance, my scales appeared black, but they did gleam blue. And sometimes green, depending on the light. Yet I didn’t think it was their color that my mates would find appealing.

I glanced at Amelia. We had much in common, including a trio of Drakes hanging on our every word. Well, maybe not exactly hanging, but we won most of our arguments.

She had become a fast friend. Her scales were like her hair—a very pale gold. Since she’d been sprouting them a lot longer than me, she’d developed a certain level of expertise with them—she rarely wore clothing now, only her scales.

Amelia had showed me how to envision them covering me in a certain way, and then to make it happen. As a result, I now sported abustier of dark scales that pushed my breasts together, forming substantial cleavage. My shoulders were bare, but I’d grown long sleeves of scales, and let my little talons emerge from my fingertips.

I knew my guys liked me pointy.

My lower half was clad in clinging scales that emphasized the curve of my hips and the tuck to my waist. All in all, I was pretty fucking sure I’d get them drooling before we went flying.

“You’ll have to grow scales on your shoulders if they take you above the clouds,” the ever-practical Yani stated. She bent down to pick something up off the floor—a tiny little sandal.

A Birkenstock, in bright pink.

“Presents from Xandros,” Amelia laughed. She winked at me. “And I’m betting you won’t be flying this evening.” She bounced a plump little girl on her knee.

I raised my chin. “Oh yes, we will. I’ve been waiting for Zyair to be strong enough for this. We canrub scalesanytime.”

“Tell that to them.”

“I most certainly will,” I affirmed.

The other two members of her female triplets were already asleep in their cribs. The one in her arms chortled, and then, from her back, spread golden wings.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Amelia said, holding on tight. Her daughter giggled and flapped harder.

The sight rendered me breathless, as did the little tail that waved. Drake babies, from a human mother.

At one time, the concept would have horrified me. Now, it only filled me with longing. To have children from my mates—Amelia’s face was alight with tenderness as she convinced her wayward daughter to fold her little wings and snuggle against her breast.

She looked up and met my gaze, before smiling. “Have fun in the clouds. If you make it up there.”

Both Yani and Amelia laughed as I exited to the hall outside Amelia’s room. I was inside solid rock—Azrome had assigned us quarters next to his own in a hidden mountain complex in theCanadian Rockies. Since the decimation of Raptor Clan and the death of their father, he and his two brothers—the current leaders of Raptor—remained safely in their retreat.

As Zyair recovered, Yani and I had spent a lot of time over the last week with Amelia, along with her trio of baby girls. They were adorable, although raising baby Drakes had its challenges.

Human babies rarely got airborne.

Not without scraping knees, anyway.

I hurried through the complex to the elevator, riding it past the level of the main entrance, and up through the mountain. Eventually it spat me out on a ledge, where my Drakes awaited me.

They were clad in the traditional loincloths, which only enhanced the muscles above, beneath, and below it.

They were so perfect, they stopped my breath. Delicious.