Thirty-Two:
Princess Ashden
There was a tall, muscled blond man standing over me. All I could see was his shadowy outline. “Haven?” I mumbled.
“Good,” he said, “you’re awake.”
I was laying on a bed, I realized. A four poster bed with golden sheets and the softest down pillows imaginable. “Where are we?” I asked. “I was flying. You were a dragon….” And your my mate.
But I was too frightened to say the words out loud. Mate was permanent. It was real, concrete. We were meant to be together. The Universe had chosen us for each other. He was in my head, and I was in his.
“You got tricked,” Haven explained, “Octavia wasn’t trying to hurt you. She genuinely thought that she was going to rescue me. Clampett’s a shape shifter. He transformed into me, and made her think she was getting a
