Gifts III

“He also told Tensel you love the dragons and he wanted to incorporate dragons into the design. I thought that was very cool,” Charlotte went on. “Did you talk about it with him? About the dragons? He was very specific.”

Elina shook her head. “Specific in what way?”

“The headboard is the male dragon with his wings outspread. The footboard is the female dragon with her wings spread. He wanted the feeling of the baby being held by both, protected by both. Loved, he said. The carvings are beautiful, and both Tensel and Damonq are weaving strong safeguards into the wood.”

Elina set the quilt carefully on the small end table and stood up to walk to the window.

She touched the glass, staring out at Damonq. He was talking, shaking his head, the others listening. Tensel said something, and Damonq nodded.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked straight at her. His features had been stone, cold, expressionless. The moment his gaze touched her, he warmed.

You have need of me?

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