Page 64 of Dragon in Boots

“My deal may have been with her, but know I was thinking of you the entire time I made all that semen, Jac—a sign of my desire and excitement over you.”

“Sorry?” She arched a brow.

“You must’ve noticed my dragon gravy falling from the sky.”

Those globs were his cum? Ew. Ew. Ew!She’d seen Mink eating it!

Jac was no stranger to bodily fluids, dung, or sticky icky gross stuff, given that she cared for sick animals, but this was too much even for her.

“Wow, I am so,” she forced a weak smile onto her lips, “flattered.”

“There’ll be more where that came from—in a few hundred years, of course, when my next bloom comes. And it will all be for you. I’ll make you oceans of it for your eggs.” He proudly gazed into her eyes like a hero awaiting a gold medal.

Oceans of dragon batter? More eggs? I think I’m going to blow chunks. “What do you mean, ‘hundreds of years from now’?”

“As long as you stay by my side, your life is tethered to mine. And now that I found you, I’m not letting you out of my sight. My forever mate.”

Oh no. Heebie thinks I’m his mate?And apparently, being with him would keep her young? This was not sounding like Dash’s version of things, where Heebie would grow bored eventually and let her go. This conversation left zero doubt in her mind that she’d have to make her stand tonight.

Heebie leaned down and placed a cold, rough, reptilian kiss on her mouth, complete with a tongue flick. She felt too paralyzed with disgust to flick her tongue back.

“I have to get back to the sanctuary, but why don’t you come over tonight? Bring Dash with you.”

“His last show starts at midnight. Don’t you want to see it and feed him with your admiration?” he asked.

Tonight was Dash’s last supper, and something in Heebie’s eyes told her this was a test. Heebie wanted to know if Jac cared.

“Thanks, but one of my armadillos is about to give birth to septuplets, so I’m busy.” She stepped back. “See you after? I’ll have his cage ready.”

Heebie flicked his tongue in the air as if tasting her essence. “I look forward to our first night together as mates.”

Oh boy.Did she even want to know what was entailed?

Nope.

Tonight would end in one of two ways, and hooking up with Heebie wasn’t one of them.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Damien waited patiently for MF to finish ringing up a customer for a five-thousand-dollar pink silk dress with hand-embroidered white roses on the hem.

Once the customer left, Damien shed his calm façade. “I need you to close the shop and help me break into SBP’s warehouse. Also, how long did it take you to make that gown?” Must’ve been weeks.

“A few hours.” She winked. “Vampire speed.”

That was unfair. Now she could outsew him.Cheater.Well, no one could outdo him on a tweed coat or fitting a tux.

“And what do you mean you want us to break in?” she asked. “You said not to get anywhere near those people until we figure out who the mole is, though I don’t believe there is one. Our little family is loyal.”

They werenota family. He was a bachelor, all alone in the world. They were squatters. “Cimil is our mole and currently hiding out there.”

“Cimil? But she gave Sky a new body. Why would she kill her?” MF asked. “Or keep Sky’s family hostage?”

“Because she’s up to something, which is why the Uchben plan to attack the warehouse tonight; however, they are unaware and uninterested in the fact that Cimil is growing an army. She will be ready for them, and the Uchben will be slaughtered.”

MF narrowed her brown eyes. “You want to go in there and make sure Sky’s family isn’t inside. You want her to come running back after you play her knight in shining armor.”

“No. Though, that’s not a bad idea.” He paused.Wait. No. What am I thinking?“I would like to ensure her family is safe, yes. But any notion of reconciliation between us is gone. Sky wishes to…cross over.”

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