The Matchmaker (by Sophie Smith) novel Chapter 78

The office was dimly lit now, the last streaks of dusk slipping beneath the horizon. Saphira sat curled sideways in one of the leather chairs, her legs tucked beneath her, gaze drifting between the fire crackling low in the hearth and the silent stretch of sky outside the window.

Nikolas stood by the desk, phone pressed to his ear for what felt like the tenth time that hour. She watched the tension in his shoulders rise with each passing second of silence on the line.

“No signal,” he muttered eventually, setting the device down with a quiet thud. He rubbed a hand across his jaw, the motion slow and deliberate. “If I don’t hear anything by the end of the night… I’m going after them.”

Saphira’s chest tightened. She didn’t like it–not the waiting, not the silence, not the thought of what might’ve gone wrong. But still… she nodded. “As much as I hate the idea, I agree.”

Nikolas turned to face her fully, brow raised as if reading something else in her tone.

“I’m going with you,” she added, voice firm, rising from the chair.

“No,” he said quickly. “Saphira-”

She held up a hand, stepping closer. “I grew up in that pack, Nikolas. I know the territory better than anyone else you could take. The shortcuts. The blind spots. The signs they wouldn’t see coming.“.

He hesitated–eyes narrowing, not out of disagreement, but because he knew she was right.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking again. “I should tell Zafira. She deserves to know what’s happening.”

Saphira’s voice gentled, but it didn’t waver. “Not yet.”

Nikolas glanced at her, questioning.

“She’s still healing,” she said, her tone softer now. “And she may have just found her mate. If we tell her now, all we’re doing is giving her fear she can’t do anything with.”

He searched her face, then gave a slow nod, reluctantly conceding.

Saphira moved to his side, her hand resting lightly on his forearm. “We’ll find them,” she said. “But we wait. Just a few more hours. If they don’t come through by then… we move.”

And in that quiet, standing beside him in the flickering firelight, Saphira felt the coil of dread twist again–but this time, it had purpose.

Saphira sat back down on the sofa, her knee brushing against the side cushion as she glanced over at Nikolas. He was still standing, arms crossed, gaze fixed on nothing. The same restless pacing she’d watched him fall into all evening.

“Nik,” she said gently, patting the space beside her. “Please, Sit.”

He hesitated, jaw tight. But after a beat, he moved, settling beside her with a quiet exhale. His knee bumped lightly against hers.

“They’re okay,” she murmured. “I’ve been thinking about the territory.”

He glanced at her sideways.

She offered a small, crooked smile. “You know how many times my dad–Lupus–used to storm through the house ranting about terrible phone service?

A dry snort escaped Nikolas despite himself.

“I’m serious,” Saphira said, the smile tugging at the edges of her mouth. “The pack’s territory wraps in and out of thick forest–dense, high–canopy stuff. Half the ground is rock beds, and the signal drops like crazy once you’re three paces from the main road.”

Nikolas rubbed a hand across his jaw, thoughtful. “Didn’t they all mind–link instead?”

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Saphira shrugged. “They did, mostly. But Lupus had… contacts. Human ones. And when he needed to call them? The man nearly threw his phone off a cliff- more than once.”

That earned a faint chuckle from Nikolas. It wasn’t much–but it cracked through the storm cloud in his posture.

Saphira nudged him with her shoulder. “See? You’re already worrying about nothing.”

“I wouldn’t call it nothing,” he muttered–but the words lacked heat now.

She leaned into the lull between them, then added more softly, “Hey… can dragons mind–link?”

Nikolas blinked, clearly not expecting the shift. “Sort of,” he said after a moment. “It’s… different. Trickier. When I was younger, I managed it once or twice, but only when things were bad–when instincts were sharper than thought.”

Saphira listened, curious.

He glanced at her, eyes a little more thoughtful now. “I’ve heard it’s easier between mates. Once the bond is strong, and their dragons start to… sync. It’s not just thoughts–it’s emotions, intentions. Reflex, even.”

“I was thinking,” she murmured, voice quiet but thoughtful, “if dragons can mind link… what do we need to do to get there?”

Nikolas glanced at her, brow raising. “Planning to read my mind already?”

She gave him a small smirk. “I just think it would make life easier.”

He chuckled softly, gaze warming as he leaned back beside her. “It’s not impossible,” he said. “But it’s layered. First, you need to be fully in sync with your dragon–mind, instinct, body. That kind of connection doesn’t just flick on overnight.”

Saphira nodded slowly.

There was a small beat of silence, and then he added more quietly, “Then there’s us.”

She looked over at him, watching how his jaw tensed just a little. “Us?”

“Our relationship,” he said, not quite meeting her eyes. “It’s strong. But… I know it hasn’t exactly been soft or slow. I’ve thrown a lot on you. We’ve had to survive more than… breathe.”

Saphira softened. She reached out and touched his knee gently, grounding him. “Nikolas, we’ve both done the best w long that existing together already feels like a kind of miracle.”

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Still, he huffed a breath and offered her a small smile. “I should still find ways to… do better. Smaller things. Little dates. Space just for us.”

She gave him a look. “You don’t have to apologise for not taking me on a picnic during a war,

“I might still plan one,” he teased under his breath:

Then his voice steadied. “Once there’s trust between us–and strength, real emotional strength–that forms a kind of bond between our dragons, too, And once they sense that, they’ll start to connect. Not just through instinct, but through emotion. Through choice.”

Saphira leaned in, resting her head gently against his shoulder, heart beating a little steadier. “So they need time. Like us.”

“Exactly,” Nikolas said. “Time… and a chance to just be.”

“Then we give them that,” she whispered. “And maybe one day…I’ll hear you in my head and not just when you’re brooding across a room

He laughed, low and warm, and she felt it rumble beneath her cheek.

Saphira leaned in, the heat of the fire casting soft light across Nikolas‘ face, her breath catching just slightly as the space between them met hers–steady, waiting–and time felt as though it had folded in on itself, quiet and full of promise.

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Then the shrill ring of the phone shattered the moment.

They both flinched.

Nikolas reached for the device instinctively, and when Jed’s name lit up the screen, the air in the room constricted. Saphira’s heart skipped.

For a beat, neither of them moved–just stared at the screen, breath suspended.

Then Nikolas answered, voice tense and low. “Jed?”

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