Page 35 of Never Feed a Dragon

There were few things I despised as much as the unknown.

But I couldn’t afford vacations by myself, and refused to accept money from my parents or Randa. It had been years since I actually got a break.

So…

I’d survive waiting.

Somehow.

“Anywhere I want?” I asked.

“Anywhere,” he confirmed.

“Switzerland, then. Take me to Switzerland for heat and I’ll let you keep your secret for two weeks.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “That’s random, but okay. Am I allowed to know why?”

“I wrote a paper about a small town there when I was in middle school and have wanted to go ever since,” I admitted.

“Done. Are we flying on a plane?”

“Not if you can get us there just as fast.”

His lips curved in a wicked grin. “Faster, actually. Give me twenty minutes to book a hotel, and we’ll get going. Should be there by the evening.”

“Evening there, or here?” I checked.

“We’ll find out when we get there.”

I snorted. “You’re not much of a planner, huh?”

“Not unless I have to be.” He winked. “My phone’s almost dead, do you have a charger? Can’t book a hotel without it.”

“One in my room, and another in the kitchen.” I gestured to the corner where the charger was.

He squeezed my thigh, then crossed the room and plugged his phone in while he tapped on the screen. He asked me for the name of the town I wanted to see, and ten minutes later, said we were good to go.

After I put on some leggings and a t-shirt, I threw a few necessities in a big backpack along with a couple changes of clothes. We locked my apartment on our way out, and stepped around to the back of the building. There wasn’t a whole lot of privacy, but supernaturals were just a part of life.

“Ready, Spaghetti?” Eli’s voice was playful, his eyes gleaming.

“How long have you had that rhyme waiting?” I asked, tugging my hair out from beneath the backpack’s straps.

He grinned. “Months.”

“Figures.”

His grin widened. “Don’t chicken out when you see how big I am.”

I snorted. “That one too, huh?”

“Yep.” He handed me the cupcake blanket.

I made a face, but tucked it in my backpack. “Poor cupcake blanket.”

“We can leave it in the washer at my place when we stop to grab my clothes.”

I hadn’t thought about his clothes, but I supposed we couldn’t do anything in Switzerland if he didn’t have stuff to wear.

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