The Dragon King's Human Mate
She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing.
"Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it."
Lyra was quiet.
"And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized"
"Yes," I said.
She looked at the window.
"He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.