Page 34 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

I won’t check on her. Not yet.

Not until after the lunch workshops are over.

But even as I try to focus, I still smell her.

That warm, sweet scent of hers lingers.

I frown, shaking my head. Impossible.

I need to concentrate.

It’s nearly midday when Royce slides into my periphery, brows raised in amusement.

“You’re gonna want to see this,” he says, turning his tablet toward me.

I glance at the screen.

A social media post.

A photo.

And in that photo?—

Sunny.

My entire body goes still.

I would know her anywhere.

She’s in costume, standing with others dressed in elaborate armor, her expression bright but tense.

Beneath the photo, the location tag makes my chest tighten.

The convention center.

I slowly place my cup down.

Royce leans against the table, grinning. “So. That’s definitely your assistant.”

I don’t answer.

Because something clicks in my head.

The scent from earlier.

I wasn’t imagining it.

She’s here.

Across the street.

I rise from my seat, straightening my jacket.

Royce raises an eyebrow. “Where are you going?”

I don’t answer.

Because I already know exactly where I’m headed.

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