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“They want you to be with a dragon?”

“My mother does. No one else gives a damn about it but her. She was behind this. She whispered into my father’s ear, and they accepted the plea for help. The only pro to this is that she could get a dragon grandchild out of it since I showed no interest in any of the dragons in our kingdom. My mate is human, and I don’t give a damn what our child comes out looking like.”

A child. That seemed light-years away for me. I was only in my mid-twenties.

Dorran seemed to sense my unease and chuckled. “There is plenty of time for talk about that later.” Dorran glanced back at the door. “What do you want?”

It creaked open, and Damien, his brother, formed in the doorframe. He wore a snarky smile and seemed to enjoy that I was standing there half-dressed with his brother’s mark.

“You have two seconds to speak your peace before I remove you from this mountain.”

“It’s a letter from your stepmother, Darling. She’s worried sick about you.”

He flicked the letter between his fingers and outstretched his arm. Dorran snagged it before I had a chance to grab it. “Out.”

Dorran handed me the letter.

I opened it once Damien left the doorway. I pulled out the tri-folded piece of paper and stared at it. It was from the family’s lawyer.

A request to return me to her because she had guardianship over me. I was twenty-five years old.

Then I read lower.

It stated that I was unable to make decisions for myself because of my mental capacity and that Dorran was to return me immediately.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, covering my mouth with my hand. This made me look like I wasn’t fit to be in society.

Dorran took the letter from my hand and read it swiftly. His gaze lowered to mine, and he nodded. “I expected as much. You let me take care of this. I’m one second away from tossing your stepmother out of the kingdom.”

I watched as he stormed the kitchen and began to heat up what looked like a breakfast casserole. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

“I need your help. Yeah, yeah, she’s here with me. Her stepmother has guardianship over her because of some illness she claims Amara has. What do we do? Well, she’s demanding I bring her back.”

“Okay. Okay. Yeah, I’ll send you a picture of it. Can you take care of it today? Yes. Thank you.”

Dorran hung up the phone, took a picture of the letter, and sent it. He looked over at me with both hands braced on the kitchen island. “I’m going to go speak with your stepmother, while my lawyer takes care of this.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“No,” he said sharply. “I’m going to text Toby to come up here and stay with you while I go. I’m ending this madness. She has two choices. Do what I say or be kicked out of the kingdom. I don’t need a reason.”

I walked over to stand in front of him, craning my neck to look up at his face. “This isn’t a good start to our relationship, ya know.”

Dorran chuckled and lifted me to the kitchen counter. “On the contrary, Amara. I think we’ve had an eventful start. I just need to weed out the bad, and we’ll be left with so much good that you’ll get tired of me.”

“I doubt that,” I whispered. “When are you going to see my stepmother?”

He leaned forward and kissed me softly. “After breakfast and a shower. What do I have to do for you to join me?”

My fingers laced around the edge of the counter. The pulse between my legs wrecked down my body. “Look at me like that, Mr. Dragon Prince, and I’m at your mercy.”

He pulled my bottom lip down with his thumb. “You’ll probably regret saying that, Little Mouse.”

Chapter Twenty

Dorran

Once Toby made it to the cabin, I was on edge to go see her stepmother. There was something about a threat that put my dragon in a bad mood.

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