Sylva stepped closer to Asher, her golden eyes gleaming with determination. "I won't force you," she said. "But I am patient. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to realize that I'm the best mate you could ever have."
Asher sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is insane."
Serena, who had been watching with her arms crossed, smirked. "Well, looks like you've got another dragon problem, Asher. First, Cua's mother, and now this one."
Amara chuckled. "You say 'problem,' but this is an honor. Dragons do not choose their mates lightly. It means he has exceptional qualities."
"I don't want to be anyone's mate!" Asher snapped.
Sylva only smiled. "Like I said, I'll wait."
Cua, who had been watching from a distance, grinned mischievously. "Father, you're really popular with dragon ladies, huh?"
Asher shot him a glare. "Not. Another. Word."
Cua just laughed, while Serena shook her head in amusement.
