said it before she lost her nerve. “Love? Could there be love?” Vonor’s face fell. She had never seen him look this sad. “I had a love once. She was a beautiful dragon. Gold colored, feisty, beautiful big wings. You would have liked her.” He looked up at the darkening sky and at the first few stars. “And then the humans took her from me. I don’t know that I can love again. Ever.” She went to him, put her arms around him. “We could try,” she said. He held her tightly to him and she felt the rumble of his heart against her own chest. Then he spoke, low and earnest. “I don’t think so, angel-mine. We have what we have. Call that love, if you will. Or call it something less. But with you, I think that I shall find the only contentment that I will ever know. Be satisfied with that, and let me be satisfied as well.” She was glad that her face was buried into his neck, so that he couldn’t see her expression. If this was all they would ever be to each other, than it would have to do, for her and for him. At least, for now.