Page 5 of Tempting Her Dragons

“This mission,” I reply. Shade gives us every tiny detail about any jobs we do. He’s too secretive about this. We do extensive research before we go out for him.

“I agree.” The lighter quiets. “My skin has been itching every mile closer to this place.”

“Same,” I say. “I feel an anticipation I can’t explain.” As much as we bitched as we packed a bag and complained to Mom, we didn’t pause leaving.

“We are here for someone,” he concludes. He drops to his ass, his empty hand gripping his hair. “What are the odds of another dragon being here?”

“High,” I say. “I felt many shifters in the area. I haven’t caught a dragon’s scent yet, but they are here. It’s been years since we have been around our kind. I do remember how it feels.” I pound my chest. Any dragon in the world should be valued since we are so few.

“I wonder how they will react to us.”

“We will see,” I mumble. Some shifters can be very territorial. This is their home, and they may see us as a threat to it.

“King,” Mav says softly.

“Yeah?” I look away from the people below to look into his speculative eyes.

“What if it’s her?” he asks.

“Mate?” He nods. “Do you think she’s here?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. If she is, I hope she’s not human,” he says.

“Why?” I ask, my lips twitching.

“You think a human can handle the truth about us?” His eyebrows raise.

“Possibly,” I lie.

“Bullshit,” he grins.

I shake my head. “There are so few of us left,” I say, looking back at the street. “What are the odds of finding a female dragon?”

“What were the odds of finding Mom?” he points out.

“You are not an optimist,” I quip.

“Maybe I’m changing my pessimistic ways,” he says, but a short laugh follows his statement. “You’re right. It didn’t feel right when I said it.”

“Go with it. If you are wrong, I promise not to say anything.” I reach out and cup his shoulder. “You deserve to be right now and then.”

“Fucker,” he says, pushing my hand away. “You would love to be right as much as I am.” He nudges my leg.

“Sure,” I say. Mav doesn’t show this side of his personality to many people. We are both usually reserved in social situations. We can be ourselves fully, knowing we would never judge when it’s just us. Filling the silence has never been a need. Talking for the sake of it is never expected between us.

“How long are they willing to wait?” Mave sneers.

“Apparently, a long time.” The line hasn’t moved.

“How long are we willing to wait?” he asks.

I glance at my wrist. “The club opens in an hour.”

“So we wait another hour,” he growls.

“At least.”

“Shit.” The clicking resumes. “You know how impatient I am,” he reminds me.

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