Page 25 of Primal Dragon

Henrik’s brow furrowed and then he just rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll text you mine to the work phone. You decide what you want to do with it.” He turned on his heel and headed back to the car.

By the time he got to his car, there was no sign of Q. Why did Q’s distrust bother him so much? The guy had no reason to trust him. Not fully. He was human and a lot of magic got thrown at him quickly.

He pulled out his phone.

Quinn: I want to get to know you. But I’m scared.

Henrik: Why?

Quinn: There’s a lot going on in my life that I can’t control, and you seem like you’re more out of control than anything else.

Henrik: How’s that?

Quinn: The way you make me feel.

Henrik: I want to come see you tonight.

Quinn: It’s late.

Henrik: Please.

Henrik started up his car before the windows inside completely frosted over. The engine roared to life while he waited for an answer. He wanted her to let him in. Just let him in a little and he could show her that he was a good dragon. That they could be something.

He didn’t give a shit about his fucking tourmaline anymore. If Quinn would have him, he would be her mate.

Quinn: Is this a booty call?

Henrik: A booty call? No. We don’t have to have sex. In fact, we shouldn’t. I just want to see you. Touch you. Be in the same room with you.

Quinn: I’m really tired.

Henrik: Then let me hold you while you sleep.

Quinn: If I ask you to leave…?

Henrik: I’ll leave. No questions.

Her address popped up.

Henrik set it in his GPS and headed over. He wasn’t about to miss his opening.

By the time he found her home, he was anxious to see her. He knocked on her apartment door.

Quinn opened the door, standing on the other side in a dark blue robe. Her long hair was down in soft waves like she’d had it up all day. Her face was scrubbed of any makeup and she was fidgeting with the tie of her robe.

“Hi,” she said, her eyes meeting his.

He grinned. “Hi. You are a sight for sore eyes.”

She smiled softly and stepped backward a couple of times, allowing the door to open enough for him to enter.

“You sure you’re good with me coming inside?” he asked.

She nodded.

Henrik stepped through the doorway, relieved that she let him in.

She closed the door and locked it behind him. Another good sign.

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