Page 48 of Rescued By The Dragon

I didn’t question him as we soared toward the mountains in the distance, away from our problems, and the threat of the step-monster. She’d been livid when she found me in the hallway.

She accused me of witchery because that was the only way Dorran would pick me over Stasa or Zella. Witchery. The woman had lost it. Even though I dreaded going back to my house and dealing with the madness she was cooking up for me, I would never forget the look on her face when Dorran told her to get lost.

It would rest well on a pillow inside of my mind forever.

Dorran began to descend, and I clung tighter, pressing my head into his shoulder. I shivered at the September wind drawing goosebumps up my spine.

When Dorran landed it was with a plop. The wind picked up and his curls blew around his forehead.

Searching over my shoulder, I eyed the cabin built into the side of the mountain. It was modern but rustic, and it was isolated, which I figured was his point.

Nerves slithered down my spine and took root in my stomach.

I was going to be alone with him for the night. What did he have planned? Was he going to have his way with me? Warmth brushed my insides, and I caught Dorran staring at me as he walked us up the steps and into the home.

The cabin was beautiful. Something you would see in a magazine, but not over the top. It reminded me of him. The castle didn’t suit him.

Dorran shut the door behind me, walked over to the thermostat, and turned on the heat for me. The wooden floors were spotless, so I slipped out of my slippers, and sat them to the side, not daring to scuff up something so perfectly polished.

My eyes traveled around the granite in the kitchen, the bar with barstools, and the balcony to the side of the living room. I could see seating outside on the balcony, which wasn’t covered.

Just the stars.

“You’re nervous?” Dorran asked.

He loosened his tie slowly, sliding it from around his neck, he tossed it and his suit jacket on the back of the couch. It left him in a button-down and slacks.

They were fitted to him, showcasing his biceps and broad shoulders.

“I’m not,” I lied.

Dorran chuckled and kicked off his shoes. “Really? I can taste your fear, Little Mouse. Not to mention I can smell your sweat.”

I crinkled my nose. Did I need a shower?

Dorran unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, his eye contact forming butterflies in my stomach. “I don’t have anything to change into.”

A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth. “Hmm,” he chuckled. “That’s a sad story, isn’t it?”

I folded my arms over my chest and stared him down. “I’m sure I can find something if you can’t.”

Dorran tossed his button-down with his other clothing and turned to walk into the bedroom. I picked up the skirt of my gown and followed him into the bedroom.

The bed was gigantic, but it would need to be for his size. The wooden posts had dragon wings engraved into them. The walk-in closet was bigger than my step-monster’s, which was impressive.

Dorran tugged a t-shirt from a hanger and handed it to me. His eyes were brighter than usual, and he seemed pained. “Are you okay?” I asked softly.

He cleared his throat. “No. My dragon is being ... difficult.”

I quirked a brow. “Difficult?”

“Umm-hmm,” he said softly while handing me a pair of boxer briefs. “Why don’t you go get a shower if you’d like? I’ll fix us something to eat.”

The bathroom was sparkling white with granite and a waterfall shower. The glass shower doors made me feel exposed, but part of me felt excited that he could walk in and see me.

Biting my lip, I cracked the door and started the water. Slipping from my clothing, I tossed them into a pile and stepped underneath the water. The warmth enveloped me and I moaned loudly at the force.

My shower back home didn’t feel like this.

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