Page 14 of Rescued By The Dragon

I slid my baby blue tie around my neck, adjusting it in the mirror, smiling at the image stuck in my brain. The one of Amara’s wide blue eyes, the throbbing pulse in her neck, and her nerves.

I would have eaten them up if I could.

Every bit of her.

“Did you hear me?”

My gaze shifted toward my brother in the mirror. He stood beside what was my closed bedroom door and leaned against the doorjamb. His hair was slicked back as if someone plucked it out of the 1920s. “I haven’t lost my hearing. I’m more curious as to why you’re telling me this. I’m not ready. She can wait.”

Damien shrugged his big shoulders. “I figured you would want to know that she’s on a rampage this afternoon. She’s counting the amount of girls that have dyed their hair blonde for the event.”

“I’m sure she’ll bring it up. I don’t need a messenger boy to tell me.”

As long as she stayed away from one blonde, I didn’t care about her agenda for the night.

Damien sighed loudly, realizing his attempt to get under my skin was going unnoticed. “So are you going to tell me why you’ve been sneaking around on the bridge?”

I tightened my tie, making sure it was straight, before turning to face him. “Why are you spying on me? Do you have nothing else to do? It’s embarrassing.”

Damien smiled. “Just keeping my big brother in line.”

“How about you keep yourself in line and find something to do? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Damien walked out of my doorway and glanced over his shoulder. “Let’s hope you find a mate soon. I’d hate to have to take the throne away from the firstborn.”

I tossed him the middle finger, knowing good and damn well he would do it in a heartbeat. At least he was honest with his desire to be king. I’d hate to have a liar and a snake for a brother.

The vibrations of the horns blown from the front steps of the castle rattled the stained-glass windows in my room. A bustle of voices filtered up the staircase.

My dragon stirred deep inside of me. He’d been ready to see her since we left her room. He stayed hidden most of the time, but he seemed eager to see her more so than anyone else did.

I’d been told to make a grand entrance from my mother, but I didn’t want any extra eyes on me before I found her. I stepped into the hallway, taking the entrance meant for the castle employees, and walked down to the kitchen.

All the hired help was bustling around, getting appetizers and wine ready. Glendora caught my eye from the liquor cabinet. “Your Momma is gonna kill you,” she said. “Where is your grand entrance?”

“What doesn’t kill her will make her stronger.”

She was laughing when I pushed open the kitchen door and walked into the midst of the people. The number of beings in the main lobby formed a migraine at the base of my skull.

Did they expect me to speak to all of these females?

I didn’t expect to stay there any longer than it took to find Amara. We had things to talk about, and my dragon was itching to get her alone.

I’d made it to the ballroom when my mother spotted me. With her lips pressed tightly together, and her eyes narrowed in on me, I knew I wouldn’t make it far before she sent someone after me.

Sighing, I pushed my way through the hundreds of women waiting to meet me. My mother stood when I walked up the steps toward the throne meant for The Dragon Prince. “About time,” she gritted through her teeth.

The wrinkles in her forehead deepened the harder she glared. “You’re wrinkling,” I said, pointing toward her head.

She hissed under her breath, while I sat on the other side of Dad, and looked out at the sea of women. It would have been any man’s wet dream. To have so many women at their feet.

Dragon shifters were different.

If they wanted to be happy, they had to make sure their dragon matched with the female. My dragon was pissed at the fact that Amara wasn’t here. He stirred around so much irritation that I had a hard time keeping myself calm. His emotions could easily overpower my own if I didn’t keep him happy.

I could pick her scent out from miles away, and it wasn't in this castle.

Biting my lower lip, my mother stood and cleared her throat. “We’ll be introducing ourselves to Dorran. If everyone will form a single file line, we’ll start the introductions.”

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