Fear bitch-slapped Maddox through his matebond mid-sentence. No context. Just volume. And right now, the fucking volume was telling him that something had just scared the hell out of his wife.
He was in middle of a meeting with his generals and elders. Sterling glanced at him, then took over. Good man.
She smothered her fear, locking it down with determination. Adorable. It was probably from seeing a dragon up close for the first time without him behind her. He was six-foot-five, blocked the wind, and made her feel safe the first time. Remove those variables and of course she was afraid.
He suppressed a smile. He would teach her not to be afraid. She'd be fine.
Gentle exposure. He made a mental note to tell Ryker to keep the other dragons at a distance around her for now.
He turned his attention back to the meeting.
The first mindlink he overheard was from a warrior on the field who had forgotten to close the channel. Normally, he tuned those out.
