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Her body stilled, and she had to admit she was curious. “After we talk, you promise to go?”

Logan placed two mugs on the counter. He seemed to knowwhere everything was better than she did, and that was a little disturbing. “Yes. Tell me your name.”

She was a little surprised he didn’t know, but maybe he meant her last name. “It’s Emily Liu. Now tell me what you are. You and Laren are the same... species.”

Logan poured the hot water into the teapot. “Laren and I are both dragons, but he tuned dark sixteen hundred years ago. In truth, I did not realize he was still alive.”

“You think you are a dragon?” she glanced back to her bedroom. She had a few weapons, but after his display with the sword, she knew nothing she possessed would protect her.

“You do not need protection from me. I would die before I allowed any harm to come to you.”

She believed him, and that was even crazier than his story. “A dragon, huh? Do you have wings, or is this more the Komodo style that walks...”

Her voice died off as purple wings unfurled from his back. He didn’t even stop pouring the tea as if it was perfectly normal to sprout nine-foot wings in the kitchen. Thank god she had an open floor plan with a vaulted ceiling.

Logan sighed. “I apologize. My dragon is showing off.” His wings retracted into his back.

She held up a shaky hand. “Your dragon? So he’s a separate being.”

“Not separate, but part of me. He... fancies your attention.”

There was something about his speech. As if he had been plucked from another era.

“Fancies my attention? Did you get stuck in an English castle for a few centuries?”

Logan’s lip twitched. “I am from Scotland, actually, and I am still acclimating to this era. I slept for many centuries, but Alana had us watching a movie from the seventies, and the hero used that phrase often.”

“You may want to update your preferences on Netflix.”

He stopped pouring and looked at her. “What is Netflix?”

“So you can manifest a sword out of thin air, but you don’t know how to use a streaming service.”

“I am unsure what that means, but I have watched movies with my brethren on TV.”

Emily rubbed her forehead. Why was this happening to her? Magical creatures and emerging druids. She was a goddamn criminal, for Chrissake. This wasn’t her. She replayed his words in her head.

“You said Laren turned dark. What does that mean?”

“He chose to forsake his chance at having a mate. He drinks blood for a temporary high, and druid blood is infused with magic, which makes the experience more enjoyable. Or so I am told.”

“You do not drink blood.”

Logan’s face twisted in disgust. “No. I am not dark. My dragon is a purple.”

“I noticed the wings. So, darks lose their color?”

“They turn black.”

“And you think I am a druid?”

“I know you are, and so did Laren. He was here to collect you. He and his dark brothers would have drunk you till the day you died.”

He walked from the island kitchen counter and passed her the tea. “Here. Tell me about you and your family. Someone in your family tree had druid blood.”

She accepted the tea and took a sip. “My family are criminals. I am a thief because I have to be.”

“That is no longer the case, but there must have been someone who was attuned with nature. No matter the unique gift a druid has, they all have some similar qualities.”

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