Page 38 of Cruel Daddy Dragon

“Ah, fuck,” she chuckles, “You’re right!”

“I told you I wasn’t going down that easy!” I laugh back.

She chuckles.

“Oh, I’ll get you some time,” Sarah murmurs. She snuggles into my arm and huffs a large, content sigh, “Sometime…”

“Well,” I purr, “you’re welcome to try anytime.”

Sarah chuckles. Then, her breathing slows. She falls asleep in my arm, cuddling it to her as she sleeps.

She looks so sweet when she’s asleep. Just so soft. I pull her closer to me, and I kiss the exposed part of her shoulder. After that, I just rest my face against her and join her in a deep sleep.

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A sharp buzzing rings through. Sarah’s body, sprawled over my naked form, gives a flinch.

“Ugh…” She groans, “What’s that? Stop it!”

She leans up, pressing her hand on my chest as she heaves herself into a sitting position. I also sit up and see my phone on the side, ringing away. As I watch, I miss the call.

“It’s my phone,” I answer Sarah, sliding out from underneath her.

She groans and cuddles up under the blanket as I leave. I walk and check my phone.

“Oh,” I say.

“Mm. What?” she groans.

“Remember how I wasn’t supposed to stay here overnight?” I say, “Well, it looks like the Candara team aren’t very happy with me.”

As I look through my locked phone, I can see a text from almost everyone, with various levels of urgency in their words. Whether it’s a mocking text from Kaius, a pleading text from Milo, or a formal command from Evander, everyone’s saying the same thing:Cyrus wants you backnow.

As I read them through in detail, I realize why they’re freaking out: Cyrus and Evander are supposed to leave for the council this morning!

Damn, I promised I would be back!

“Uh, I’m really sorry, Sarah—I promise this isn’t about you,” I say apologetically, “but they need me back right now.”

She groans, and I hear her get up.

“Really?” she says, “Now? What time is it? Is it late?”

I check my phone.

“About ten past eight.”

“What?!” she yelps, standing up from the couch, “Eightin the morning?Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure,” I answer, “I don’t think you get that kind of sunlight at eight in the evening.”

“Oh, god!” Sarah starts running around, grabbing items of clothing, “I was supposed to turn up to my shift at six!”

She darts across the room and grabs her phone.

“Ah!It’s dead!” she growls, “No wonder I didn’t wake up!”

She yanks on both her underwear and pants. As she does, she grunts: “Ow!”

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