Page 27 of Alien Dragon's Bride

Chapter 14

Levx

One moment, Megan seemed like she was enjoying the deserts with him, the next her skin changed from beet-red to pale. Was she thinking about the dragon she’d seen? Him in his golden-scaled form. There was no way she could connect him to what she’d seen. And she hadn’t gone insane shouting about monsters so she must have dismissed his mistake to a mirage or stress.

Except she stared at him in such an odd way that made him wish he could read minds.

“With all the money you’ll earn, what will you do besides going back to school with your new freedom—”

“I haven’t signed the contract yet.” She shifted in her seat.

“But I’m sure you will. The offer is more than fair.” Why wouldn’t she sign? Dozens of women had once they saw the sum and many hadn’t blinked twice after that.

“And if I refuse, what will happen? Will you sue me?”

“Not at all. But once you agree and are pregnant, you can’t walk out.” He softened his voice. “And I’ll not have you risk your life or our unborn child’s by you doing something dangerous.”

She crossed her arm over her stomach. “You make it sound like the embryo will be mine and yours.”

Damn!He had to be more careful with his words. Hard to do when English wasn’t his first language. Then again, none of the Earth’s languages worked well. “No, ours as in mine and my wife’s.” Why did his mouth twist every time he said that word? It was as if his tongue tried to refuse to say the lie in front of her.

“Right.” She shook her head. “My mistake, of course the baby will be yours…and hers.”

What could he say to bring back the smile and easiness they’d had earlier? “There’s plenty of sweets left, want try one of the others?”

“No thanks, I’m full.” She took a sip of her wine.

He wracked his brain to think of something to say to lighten the mood again. What if he told her about his intended bride? Jemilia who had died in the first wave of Tryns who came to destroy them? He could skip over the parts about her being ripped apart by the monsters.

Clearing his throat, he set his fork down on the desert plate. “My wife loved flying. I think of her every time I sail through the clouds.”

Megan’s face brightened. “Really? Was she a pilot?”

“She had her wings and was a daredevil in the sky.”

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to learn how to fly a plane.”

How would she react to him taking her into the air in his dragon form? He chuckled under his breath. No, she could never know what he was. “What else would you do if you had unlimited resources and time?”

“Besides getting my engineering degree?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“Yes. Do you like dancing or embroidery?” What was it human women of this age did besides stare at their phones and other electronic devices?

“I’d love to take my dad to the beach again,” her voice cracked. “Learn to surf and scuba dive. Oh, and I’ve always wanted to skydive and feel the wind in my hair and view the earth beneath me.” Her gray eyes bright and her cheeks flushed.

“Flying is amazing.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized he’d spoken aloud.

She blinked. “Oh, what have you done?”

“Chute jumping.” When she cocked her head like he’d said something odd, he cleared his throat. “Forgive me, I’m still not fluent in your language.”

“Parachute jumping or bungee cord?”

“Both.” Though he didn’t need either to fly, just his dragon form. Would she scream or faint if she knew what he really was?

“Wow, that sounds so exciting.” She leaned forward resting her forearms on the table. “How often do you do either?”

He had to get the subject off himself before he said too much. “I go out when I can.”

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