Page 10 of Destiny of the Dragons

“Never,” Jace said. “Sometimes a woman approaches us, but we’ve never wanted to date someone else.”

Mia crossed her arms over her chest. Her libido shouted at her for overthinking this. Here were two hot dragons who wanted her. It could be a set up, but she was having a hard time with their nefarious endgame other than having sex and then not calling her again.

“Listen, I’m going to be late.” Mia looked over her shoulder.

“Sure.” Jace backed up. “When do you work tomorrow?”

“I’m not in the store tomorrow.” She would be tracking down illegal spell components, and what a fun day that was going to be.

Jace handed her a piece of paper. “Let us know when you want to go on a date.”

It had two numbers written down.

“When?” Mia shot him a look. “I haven’t said yes.”

“But you’re interested enough to have not said no yet.” Jace looked pleased with himself.

She glared at him.

Smoke shook his head. “I can’t believe I ever thought you had game.”

“It usually works!” Jace said, looking offended. “Mia is naturally suspicious.”

“Two hot dragons walked across the street to ask me out. That doesn’t happen.”

“You think we’re hot?” Jace was back to looking pleased.

Smoke rolled his eyes. “Not helping.”

“Oh sure.” Jace shot Smoke a look. “If we did things your way, we would just kiss her and hope she didn’t punch us.”

The thought was not unwelcome. Her heartbeat sped up. Both of them…touching her at the same time.

Smoke looked at her, starting with her legs and slowly working his way up to her face. His expression heated up. “Yes, Mia. Whatever you want.”

Sensible thoughts left her mind. She licked her lips. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Mia turned around, and walked back down the street. Her heartbeat was erratic. She needed to focus, but she couldn’t concentrate, not with the erotic images running through her mind.

Part of her wished they were coming with her. Jace would crack jokes at Cross and get on his nerves, disarming him, and Smoke would watch the door to make sure Cross didn’t get any funny ideas. They were the perfect team.

And they wanted her as a third.

Mia opened the door, bracing herself. Dead animals hung in the window, and stuffed animals scattered across the shop. Among the regular animals were magical creatures. Some of them were endangered, a fact that couldn’t have escaped Cross.

The witch himself stood in the middle of the room, glaring at a mongoose. It was frozen in movement, it’s sleek body angled away from a King Cobra.

Mia winced. She hated this part. The thought of Cross making animals into this…mockery of their former lives turned her stomach.

Something crashed in the backroom. Oh good, he had a live animal back there.

From the loud, mournful caws, it was some sort of raven. Ravens were on her family crest, and Mia spent years trying to make one a familiar with no luck.

Ravens were pretty picky about their witches.

“You’re here.” Cross kept looking at the mongoose.

“We have an appointment.” Mia straightened up.

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