Page 17 of Surge of Ice

“We are,” Evander corrects, shooting Aydan a look.

In response, Aydan simply crosses his arms over his chest and glares.

A cool breeze sweeps over me, and I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself. Zane's gaze snaps to me and narrows.

“Maybe we should go inside and talk this out.”

“Like fuck you're coming inside,” Aydan snarls.

Zane shoots him an irritated look. “Our mate is a fire dragon. She should not be exposed to the cold like this if we hope to have her healthy enough to carry our young when the time comes.”

“O-our young?” Aydan sputters, his expression filled with rage.

Evander glances at me and sighs. “He's right. While we've been talking, she's been getting cold.”

Aydan looks at me and calms, pulling me into his arms. As if his body heat is enough to ward off the cold.

“We came here to find him and talk. We might as well talk.” Evander sounds guarded, but at least he's being logical.

Aydan’s arms tighten around me, but he finally speaks. “Fine, but he doesn't go anywhere near her.”

“Agreed,” Zane says, sounding amused.

I glance at him through my lashes. Everything about him radiates a casualness that feels out of place, but his gaze? His gaze clings to me in a way that promises I'll be his soon.

SEVEN

Aydan

The dick is backin the box.Okay, not a box, but a pair of boxers. The fucker is still erect and staring at Sam like she's a cheeseburger he's spotted after being trapped on a desert island for years.

I don't like it.

I don't likehim.

And I don't like the way Sam is watching him.

“I don't even know where to start,” Sam says, her feminine voice seeming even more delicate in a room overflowing with testosterone.

Zane smiles, his smile easy and unthreatening. “We could start the way we always start, if that would help.”

Always? We stare.

“What names are you going by this lifetime?” he asks, like it’s a normal question.

I’m about to tell him to stop being a weirdo when Sam answers, “I’m Sam, that’s Evander, and that’s Aydan.”

He tilts his head. “Is Sam no longer a boy’s name?”

She laughs, and I hate that all three of us lean forward at the beautiful sound. “Officially, I’m Samantha, but I go by Sam.”

“Samantha,” he says, as if tasting her name.

My eyes narrow and I fight the urge to punch him. “What’s all this talk of other lifetimes?”

Zane shifts further from the fire in his chair. “I have known the three of you every one of your lifetimes. Each time you are reborn, and it’s the time of dragons, we find each other. I explain how things work, and we do this dance.”

Oh, of course, because that makes so much sense.“You expect us to believe that?” I ask.

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