Page 2 of Never Feed a Dragon

I was fine.

Everything was fine.

I wasn’t going to get pissed about it at my sister’s wedding, that was for sure.

Eli’s eyes met mine over the group of women surrounding him.

Did they light up when he saw me?

No.

No way.

I was so obsessed with the way he looked, I was starting to see things.

Sheesh, I needed help.

Medication too, probably.

Having my sister and best friend mated to sexy-as-hell dragon shifters was messing with my head. Particularly since they were both brothers, and looked pretty similar.

And Eli looked just like them too.

Which was a red flag, right?

Gah, I needed to get out of the wedding reception before I lost my ever-loving mind.

I’d deposit the spaghetti with the asshole, then hide in the corner with the booze until the reception ended. I was the maid of honor, but Randa hadn’t wanted my help with anything, so I felt pretty useless.

But, like I said, I was fine.

Totally. Fine.

“Excuse me,” Eli said, slipping away from the women. It didn’t pass my notice that he didn’t touch any of them.

Maybe he was avoiding them in that way?

I wanted it to be true so badly, I was making shit up.

Lovely.

“Spaghetti,” Eli said, his voice playful. “I haven’t seen you in hours.”

The Spaghetti he was referring to?

Yeah, it wasn’t the bowl in my arms.

It was me.

The bastard literally nicknamed me Spaghetti.

After we’d argued time and time again about how much he didn’t like spaghetti, and didn’t think it was worth eating.

So the nickname itself was an insult.

“It’s only been fifteen minutes. Here.” I shoved the bowl at him, and he grabbed it when I let go. “This is a peace offering. We’re not enemies anymore. Enjoy.”

With that, I started to walk away.

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