Dante's heart was pounding in his ears. He turned his head slightly to look at Laina who was still sound asleep, leaning against his shoulder. He reached out his hand and gently caressed her hair.
How he wished this moment could last forever.
"I should probably bring her back…" he trailed off.
Where should he bring her back to? The right thing to do would have been to bring her back to the mansion. He could already imagine the look on handmaiden's face should he turn up with her in his arms.
Furthermore, the gossiping that would come from such a scene would raise many questions.
"But I can't just bring her back with me…" a mischievous grin crept up onto his face.
Another gust of wind blew against them, causing the hems of Laina's dress to fly with the wind. Dante made a decision. He carefully carried Laina into his arms and stood back up.
She did not weigh anything to him, the perks of being a dragon.
