Page 27 of Rescued By The Dragon

I went to stand up when the restaurant’s doors opened, and two humans raced toward our booth. My irritation flew to the roof. I vaguely remembered them from the ball.

They’d been introduced by their mother—aka the step-monster. It was all unfortunately coming back to me.

If there hadn't been people watching, I would have flicked the two of them across the room. Instead, I stood awkwardly above them, waiting for either of them to state their purpose.

The younger one cleared her throat loudly. “I’m Zella,” she said. “Our mother owns this place.”

I lifted an eyebrow slowly and glanced toward the kitchen where Amara hid.

“So?” I asked bluntly.

The other one inhaled sharply. “We’re sorry we didn’t catch a dance at the ball last week, we’re hoping you’ll save us one next time.”

“Doubtful,” I said, sitting back down in my seat.

I felt Damien’s gaze hard on the side of my face.

“Maybe you’ll change your mind,” Stasa said sharply.

She turned on her heel and disappeared into the kitchen. The other one looked shameless standing by our booth. “I bet I can change your mind,” she said, before swaying out of the restaurant.

“Dear God,” I hissed, taking a sip of my drink. “I thought they would never leave.”

Damien cackled and slid his palm down his face. “Wow, Dorran. I’ve seen you brush off women before, but you’ve never been deliberately rude. What the hell was that about?”

I shrugged coolly, eyeing the kitchen for our food.

“Do you know who your mate is?” Damien asked. “Is she human? Mother will love that.”

“Please stop talking.”

Damien sat back against the booth. “You’re hiding something, and I will find out what it is.”

I gave him a sarcastic grin. “Don’t hold your breath.”

Amara brought out our food ten minutes later. With her hands occupied, I caught a good view of her curves in that outfit. Her face was red when she slid my food in front of me.

“Here we go, Boys. Can I get you anything else?”

I felt Damien staring at me again, but it couldn’t stop me from watching her mouth as she spoke. I wanted to do so much to that mouth. Perhaps in a few months when she’s more experienced—,

“Dorran,” Damien hissed.

I noticed Amara staring at me, and I hadn’t heard a word she said. “Huh?”

“Do you need any ketchup?” she asked.

I slowly shook my head. “No, Little Mouse.”

Amara’s gaze dropped to the table, and then over to Damien. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Damien slapped the table. “That’s the mate bond if I’ve ever seen it. You all but took her clothes off just then. Why aren’t you carrying her back to your room?”

That was a good idea if Damien ever had one.

“It’s complicated, Brother. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone yet, not until I figure some things out.”

“What do you need to figure out? She’s right there, go get her,”

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