Page 51 of Dragon's Honor

“I think we can handle this together,” he replied.

“Uh huh.” She didn’t like his sudden shift in attitude.

Finley glanced around. “I feel gross. Do you mind if I shower?”

“You can shower in my bathroom,” he said.

She pointed at the offensive room. “It’s like a palace in there. I’m surprised I didn’t get lost trying to find the toilet.”

He chuckled. “Luxury is a dragon trait. I’m afraid we like things opulent. Big bathrooms, big bedrooms, big kitchens, it’s all part of the comfort I love. You’re welcome to choose from any of the five bathrooms in the house.”

“What about clothes?”

“Don’t like the robe?”

Finley was struggling with having an Olivia level temper tantrum. She didn’t like that she was supposed to hang out with this guy who was supposed to be her mate. Mate? What the hell did that mean anyway? Was she a breeder now? It was such a primal word for lover or partner. Mate.

“I would like to not be naked.”

“You’re not naked. You’re wearing a robe.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Details. I’m naked under the robe.”

Ash’s smile widened. “Oh, I’m aware.” He leaned against the wall. “Why didn’t you like Syrena?”

Finley’s brow furrowed. “She was fine. Why do you think I didn’t like her?”

“You were giving off all kinds of annoyance when she came in,” he said.

“She like an ex-girlfriend or something?”

Ash snickered. “Uh, no. Dragons don’t have ex-girlfriends.”

“You don’t date.”

“No. Some will have plenty of sex before they find their mate, but no one gets into a serious relationship.”

“No one falls in love who isn’t mated to someone?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of anyone. I’m sure it’s happened, because nothing is impossible, but finding a mate is sacred and coveted.”

“Did you have sex with her then?”

“No, I’ve never had sex with her.”

“You just seemed awfully chummy. You’re supposed to be a prince and she treats you like she’s a cheerleader and you’re the quarterback.”

He frowned. “She’s one of my dear friends. I’ve known her my whole life. She’s a loyal member of the clan. We’re close.” Awareness dawned in his eyes. “Are you jealous?”

Finley rolled her eyes. “Of course not. That’s ridiculous. I’m just trying to understand you and…” her hands and arms gestured up and out, “and your world, I guess.”

“Take a shower, Sawyer. I’m going to go make something to eat. You barely ate lunch and after the fight and shifting, I need to refuel. Meet me in the kitchen.”

“What if I decide to call a cab?”

“I’m not going to imprison you, as tempting as it would be to chain you to the wall. Or tie you to my bed. You’re free to do what you want.” He grinned. “So am I.”

Finley didn’t like the look in his eyes. Something shifted in the way he looked at her. He seemed far less tortured and angsty. It was almost like he was making fun of her. That didn’t seem right.

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