Page 28 of Rescued By The Dragon

“Drop it,” I snapped. “Eat your food. I’m tired of talking to you.”

Damien smiled smugly.

When we finished our food and Amara walked toward our table, I heard Damien laugh under his breath. It took all that was in me not to smash his head into the wall.

“Helena says the meal is on the house and thank you for stopping by.”

Digging some cash out of my pocket, I reached over and pulled Amara in by the apron wrapped around her waist. She made a soft sound under her breath and matched my stare the entire time I slipped some money into her apron. “You tell her we’ll be back, Little Mouse.”

Amara backed away from the table swiftly. “I will.”

She hurried to check on her other tables, while I left the restaurant without a glance in her stepmother’s direction.

Once we cleared the door, Damien let out a laugh. “Your mate is human, Dorran.”

Turning onto the sidewalk, I shoved one hand into my pocket and clenched my fingers into a fist. “What an observation, Damien. You should join the guard.”

“Aren’t you worried about what Mom is going to say? We both know she secretly hates that her grandmother was human.”

I jumped down from the sidewalk, and onto the pavement to get home. “I don’t care about Mother’s opinion at all. Your dragon wants what he wants. Sometimes I wish our parents would find their perfect mate, so they could see why my dragon resisted all the women they tossed at me.”

“Do you think Dad would leave Mom if he found his? Or vice versa?"

“Yes.”

Damien became quiet because he was more attached to our parents than I was. I loved them, but I didn’t idolize them like Damien. He’d do good to take them off their pedestal.

Once we neared the castle, I jumped toward the bridge and landed on the side. My brain tossed around ideas on getting Amara out of the house. If I could figure out what type of medication she took and the name of her condition, I could prove that I could take care of her.

Helena wasn’t doing that good of a job anyway.

Amara was getting the hell out of that house.

I couldn’t get to know Amara while she lived there. My dragon couldn’t stand another second of her living there.

Speaking of, I walked down the bridge, passed a couple of dragons, and onto her roof. I slid into her sister’s bedroom window and smiled at her perfectly made bed.

I knew Amara imagined our short-lived kiss, while she made it that morning.

Since the house was empty, I took my time finding my way down to the kitchen. I rifled through the medicine cabinet for Amara’s pills but came up with nothing.

I knew I was overstepping boundaries, but my dragon would do anything to fix her situation.

In Amara’s room, I found a medicine bottle wedged down into the drawer of her nightstand. I’d never heard of the medicine before, so I took a picture and placed it back into its place.

Amara’s scent drew my dragon toward her chest of drawers.

His dominance was growing. Most oddly, I could sense him growing physically.

Get her underwear, my dragon spoke.

I halted by the foot of the bed.

“You’re serious? What are you? Eleven? I’m not stealing her underwear.”

Get it now or I’ll shift, he countered.

“I’m not a creep. I’m not stealing them. The only way I’m taking her panties is if I get to take them off myself.”

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