“—do you control it? All I have to do is look at her and I instantly want to take her to bed.”
Gabriel smiled, revealing dimples. “Ah, that is the curse of wyverns—our mates are precious to us, so we tend to feel emotions concerning them to a greater degree. Control, as I have said, is the key to all issues—if you can control your fire and your emotions, then you can control your sept. I find it helps to center myself in one place in time, and then use that to ease any rampant emotions that threaten to get the better of me.”
“What if I don’t have a centering place in time?” Rowan asked.
It warmed my heart that he was seeking advice. I knew that he’d struggled the last few days with all the new and intense emotions he’d been feeling, and I had hoped he’d take advantage of the older and wiser Gabriel. I paused just out of Rowan’s sight, although I had a feeling Gabriel knew I was there.
“I’m sure you will find that you do. Just think of a time when you were feeling that all was right with the world and your future was limitless and without clouds. For me, that moment was when May swore fealty to me, and I knew she would be by my side forever.”
“Hmm,” Rowan said, obviously thinking. “There was the bike my father bought me when I was seven. I loved that thing. Rode it for years, every summer, all day and most of the night, given the midnight sun in Sweden. Rode it to pieces, as a matter of fact.”
“An idyllic childhood summer would be a good centering time,” Gabriel agreed.
“But I think I’d have to go with the first time I saw Sophea,” he said, warming my heart even further.
Gabriel’s eyes flickered briefly toward me. “Ah, it was love at first sight, was it?”
“No, far from it,” he admitted. “I thought she was a red dragon and was trying to steal the ring from Mrs. P for her own purposes. I thought she was deceptive, and manipulative, and probably quite deadly.”
“That doesn’t seem like a very grounding moment,” Gabriel objected gently.
“Ah, but it was also the first time since the accident with the dragons that I felt fully alive, aware that life spread out before me with endless possibilities, and that Sophea was an opponent worthy of my fullest attention. I had no idea if she was going to beat me or not, but I knew I’d give her my best.” He must have felt me approaching because he half turned when I leaned down to kiss his cheek. “And I turned out to be right. She is a worthy of my fullest attention.”
“Pretty words, wyvern,” I said, moving around to sit beside him, reveling in the feel of his leg against mine. “But let’s have a little more of that attention toward not setting everything in the cabin on fire every time we get a little romantic.”
Rowan made a face. “I admit I’m not very much in control of fire yet.”
“What did you mean when you said that May swore fealty to you?” I asked Gabriel. “That’s like an oath of honor, yes?”
“In a way, yes. All dragons swear fealty to their wyvern, including their mates. It means simply that you as a mate will put Rowan first in your thoughts and will do your best for the sept. In turn, Rowan will swear to protect and honor you. You are not truly considered mated until the oath of fealty is sworn.” His eyes held an obvious question.
I ignored it, trying to decide if the promises we had made each other a couple of nights before had been sufficient to be considered an oath of fealty. “Maybe you can tell me what this is. Rowan… I don’t know what the verb would be—burned? Marked?—anyway, he did this to me, and we are at a loss why he did it. Or even how.” I knelt down between the two men, and lifted the hair off the back of my neck to show the odd tattoo.
“Ah, Rowan has placed a sept mark upon you. Interesting choice of images,” Gabriel said. “The silver dragons bear the image of a hand with a crescent moon. The sept mark is something all dragons give to their mates and children. If you have given the oath of fealty, then you should be able to reciprocate the mark on Rowan.”
“How?” I asked.
“Breathe fire on the same spot on his neck.”
I looked at Rowan. He looked back at me. “I don’t know how to breathe fire,” I told him.
“No, you don’t. You can set fire to your feet, though.”
“And I did spit out a little ball of fire at that talking dog.”
“True. Would that do the trick?” Rowan asked Gabriel.
He shrugged. “It might. Or it might be a matter of Sophea practicing how to harness your fire. No doubt she didn’t have time to learn to use Jian’s before he was killed, so her abilities might be a bit stunted.” Gabriel rose. “If there are no more questions, I must go find May. She wishes to pick out a costume for me for tomorrow’s party, and although I can think of few things I’d like to do less than prance around in a costume, I live to make her happy.”