Page 6 of Rescued By The Dragon

“Sure thing.”

“Have you taken your medicine?” she asked, before taking a bite of her banana.

“Yes,” I said. It’d been instilled in me for decades not to miss one pill. Apparently, my mother had on occasion and it caused chaos around her.

I hurried out of the house, letting out an irritated sigh once I was out of hearing distance. I’d planned to go see Sasha at the museum to tell her about what happened.

I’d been in shock since I saw Dorran—The Dragon Prince in my window. Part of me chalked it up to be a dream. Why else would he follow me? Except to get an address so the guards could arrest me for trespassing.

It wouldn’t surprise me if they were waiting when I got back from the market. Normally I would walk, but since my list was giant, I got into the small rundown Honda I’d bought with my restaurant money. Which was pennies considering the work I did.

The kingdom mimicked a normal town beside the guard wall, the castle, and the dragons. It was strange. They moved at a modern speed with restaurants and markets but kept most of their traditions.

I loved the castle. It fascinated me. I’d been on a tour once in elementary school, but I didn’t get to see the good parts.

Sasha stood behind the podium when I walked in ten minutes later. The museum was dragon-inspired. It had their armor from back in the day, before the war, that landed them superior beings, and it showed.

Sasha perked up when I tossed a scone onto the podium. She pushed her dark bangs from her face. “God, why didn’t I go to college? I could be partying with the best of them—,”

“You would have already graduated at this age. Unless you wanted to be a doctor, and I mean, come on?”

She laughed loudly, drawing the attention of a few tourists. “You’re right. What brings you by other than food to add to these thighs?”

I bit my bottom lip and fiddled with the strap of my bag.

“Spill it,” she said, over a bite.

“I caught Dorron peeking into my window last night.”

Sasha choked on her scone and dramatically caught her breath. Loudly, she slammed her palm down on the podium. “You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking. Did you give it up? What happened? Did he call the guards?”

“I was pretending to be asleep when Stepmother came to check on me, and when I looked up, I caught him watching me.”

Sasha’s light eyes were wide in anticipation. “And?”

“He put his finger up to his mouth and flew off.”

Sasha scoffed. “Seriously, Amara? You didn’t invite him inside?”

“To do what?” I asked, digging my vibrating cell phone from my pocket. “For some tea in my attic? Right.” I glanced down at my text. “The step-monster is adding to my list for the store. Blonde hair dye, seriously. Those girls need to stick with a color.”

Sasha took another bite. “What did he want? Do you think he was curious about you?”

I scoffed at the thought. “What would The Dragon Prince want with me? Maybe he was curious about who he was going to send to jail. Perhaps?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I don’t buy that. He could have snatched you up himself and taken you in. You intrigued him, Amara.”

A hot rush of embarrassment flooded me. There was nothing to be curious about. “I have to go. Stepmother has a list of things for me to do, and she put me on the night shift. Kelsie quit.”

Sasha frowned. “I liked her.”

“I’m sure she was tired of her not-to-subtle cues about her weight.”

Sasha flipped her hair over her shoulder. “She should embrace it like me. Boys like thick thighs. Well, some of ‘em, the good ones don’t care what you look like.”

I smiled at her. “See you later. Text me—,”

“You need to be ready in case he comes back, Amara. Wear something sexy to bed. No, close your blinds and make him tap on your window—,”

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