Page 7 of Rescued By The Dragon

I glanced over my shoulder. “Stop. He was just making sure we went back home and wasn’t sneaking back onto the bridge.”

Sasha finished her scone and held her chin up with her palm. “You are one delusional woman.”

It took me three hours to gather everything on the list, grab the dry cleaning, and make it back to the house. Which was in chaos when I stepped inside.

My stepmother was on the phone, gabbing and scribbling something down on a notepad. Zella was recording some video on her phone for her delusional social media influencer career. She must have begun to feel better all of a sudden.

Stasa was measuring herself with a soft measuring tape and screaming things at her mother. I stopped in the doorway and watched in shock at the circus unfolding in front of me.

Purposely, I kicked the door closed loudly and drew their attention. Zella scoffed and tossed her hands into the air. “Now I have to edit that loud sound out, Amara. Thanks a lot, you freaking reject.” She tucked a piece of her naturally red hair behind her ear and smiled at her phone.

Sometimes I had dreams about a giant phone swallowing her alive.

“Did you get my dry cleaning?” Stasa, who was a college sophomore, asked. She raced over, snatched the bag off my shoulder, and began rifling through it. “I need a dress, Mother. I have no clothes.”

“A dress for what?” I asked, placing the groceries down on the island. “Where is the fire?”

My stepmother hung up the phone and braced her palm on her forehead. “Dear God. Why didn’t they give us more notice? A ball? Friday. Geesh, that’s hardly enough time to get clothing together.”

“What ball?” I asked, putting the groceries into the fridge.

My stepmother sighed deeply, a worry wrinkle forming on her forehead.

“Keep up, Amara,” she said, picking up a white envelope on the island and handing it to me.

Looking down at the formal print, I knew it was from the Dragon family. The royals. Nerves skidded down my body at the thought of Dorran. Carefully, I flipped open the envelope and went to pull out the invitation.

Zella snatched it from my hands. “Why are you even looking at this? The Dragon Prince won’t give you a second glance.”

Why would he give any human a second glance? Dragons had human mates, but most of the time they stuck with their kind.

I snatched the invitation from her, and turned my back, ignoring her laughter and taunting behind me. I was used to blocking her out.

The invitation was fancy.

Really fancy.

Not that I expected anything less.

I skimmed the cursive writing.

A Dragon Ball was being hosted with the East Kingdom and the members of our kingdom on Friday at seven in honor of The Dragon Prince’s search for a mate.

Warmth settled over my skin. The thought of his touch, those emerald green eyes, everything about the man called to me. And to every other woman in the kingdom.

Zella was right.

Every woman, dragon, and human, were to attend. It was mandatory.

I had to be there by law.

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, and my fingers tightened around the invitation. What if I showed up, and he sent me to the dungeon for the bridge incident? Or he told the stepmother?

Crap. Crap. Crap—

There was a P.S. at the bottom of the invitation. It looked out of place as if it was written there without anyone knowing.

The Dragon Prince prefers blondes.

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