Iris tossed and turned in the bed and sighed frustratedly. Jing stayed with her until well after her dinner was finished. She cuddled Iris, brushed, and played with her hair and even gave an adult version of bedtime stories by telling her some of the folklore surrounding dragons.
Now though, with everyone gone and her all alone in her bed, she was feeling very alone. She sighed and stared at the ceiling.
“Iris, why are you unsettled?”
Jay’s voice called through their bond.
“I don’t know.”
“Perhaps you need your mate to hold you through your first night in Longliang.”
She rolled her eyes at his comment and didn’t answer.
“Iris,” his drawled her name out long, “can I come kiss you and make up?”
“I’m sad Jay.”
“I know. I made you sad. If you don’t want me, I can send my mother with a
