Page 35 of Rescued By The Dragon

I could practically hear it now ...

“Oh, my God,” Glendora said. “You found your mate.”

I narrowed my eyes to slits. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”

She waggled her finger at me, as she walked around to hug me. “I can’t believe this. I can see it on your face. You devil. Why haven’t you told anyone—,”

I palmed her small shoulders. “She’s human.”

Glendora’s eyes widened, and she pressed her fingertips to her mouth. “Your mother is going to flip.”

“Not only that,” I said, slipping into a pair of boots wedged under my bed. “She’s twenty-five and living with her entitled awful stepmother because of her father’s will. I’m having Larry look at it. I hope he can find a way around it.”

Glendora frowned. “What does she get in return for staying there?”

“The house and the family restaurant.”

Glendora nodded. “You’ve been sneaking around to see her?”

I grinned. “You know me too well, Glendora.”

“Well, I use to wipe your ass, so—,”

My mother knocked on the door, and I cringed inwardly. The lady had no sense of boundaries. The ball was tomorrow night, and she couldn’t wait to introduce me until tomorrow. The audacity.

“Jump from the window,” Glendora whispered. “I’ll cover for you.”

Kissing her cheek, I opened the stained-glass window and launched into the sky. Larry’s office was clear across the kingdom, so flying was the fastest way, especially since every single girl in the kingdom was watching for me like a hawk.

I landed on the sidewalk, scaring an older woman walking her dog. Larry sat behind his desk typing fiercely on his computer when I walked into his office.

He glanced over his thick brows. “Dorran. Just the man I wanted to see.”

Sitting down, I leaned back and hit the arms of my chair. “Give it to me straight.”

He sighed. “You can contest a guardianship, Dorran. However, do you know that this young lady can survive alone? Why was she put under the guardianship in the first place?”

“For a condition she was diagnosed with when she was a child? Wouldn’t it be wise to reevaluate it?”

Larry shrugged. “Yes, for her sake. I’m not sure how long something like this will take. Four months? A year? It depends on how backed up the courts are.”

“My friend is stuck living with her stepmother who is cruel and treats her differently than her stepsisters. She is supposed to take over the restaurant when she turns twenty-eight, which I believe is the year her father took over. She’s afraid that if she breaks the will and tries to end the guardianship her stepmother will ruin her chances of taking over her father’s restaurant. I fear that her stepmother is going to hurt her in the meantime.”

Larry’s brows moved up his forehead. “That’s a serious accusation, Son. Do you have any proof that she would harm her?”

“No, but I will see what I can do. If we contest the guardianship, would the stepmother be informed about it?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well,” I cleared my throat. “I will work on digging up some dirt then, Larry. Thanks for the help. I’ll be in touch.”

He looked at me worriedly but went back to his computer.

Amara’s scent picked up in the wind, and my dragon stirred awake. Like a lost child, I followed the scent, hoping I would find her alone. I needed another taste.

I lost the scent amid the early morning crowd, and figuring she was at the restaurant, I went there. Amara was bent over a table, showing a small child the menu, giving me a spectacular view when I walked inside.

She glanced over her shoulder partly, “Have a seat. I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

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