Page 20 of Defy Me

Milácku,take the girl and get out of here so I can kick the black rogue dragon's ass back into human form.

Yvaine didn't like the sound of that, and neither did Jett if the growl rumbling around in his chest was any indication. But she didn't say anything - yet. She was ready to thrown down if she had to. Throw down what, she didn't know. But something. Like this weird throw pillow.

The matriarch or whoever tsked the green dragon before the pillow fight with a dragon could ensue.

"Now, Jakey. I just redecorated this room and I'm already going to have to replace the Louis the someteenth chairs Jett squarshed. You two take your tussle outside. We're going to the kitchen to make some drinks." The woman turned back to Yvaine and asked, "Mimosas okay with you?"

"Uh. Sure. Let me just do one thing real quick." She stood up, sucked in a breath and wobbled waiting for the rainbow colored spots in her vision to go away.

Yvaine?Jett lowered his head to her eye level and his hot breath felt good on her hair. She felt like she'd been cold for a really long time and was only now starting to warm back up. He took a step toward her and the sound of wood splintering sent the woman sitting next to her groaning.

Yvaine lifted her hand to keep Jett from trampling more of the expensive furniture in this luxury living room. "I'm okay. Just stood up too fast or something."

"Ooh." The woman grabbed Yvaine's arm and helped her sit back down. "You should take it easy. There was a giant hole in your chest a few minutes ago."

That sounded bad. And also like she should be dead. "There was? I don't remember that."

Yvaine touched her shirt again and sure enough, there was a hole about the size of euro coin right through the unicorn's head.

That's why I brought you here. The green dragons' breath is healing.

Yvaine giggled and quickly covered her mouth. It was rude to thank someone for healing you by laughing. But, seriously. Dragon's breath. She had that if she forgot to brush her teeth. The only thing that healed was the urge to kiss hot guys. The giggles burst out even though she was doing her best to hold them in.

"Uh-oh." The woman looked at her, gave a sympathetic smile which made Yvaine laugh even more. "Okay guys. Out you go. She's had all she can take for the morning. Shoo. I'll take it from here."

Jett and the green dragon grumbled but turned to leave. The green one shifted into a man while Jett just ducked his head and tried to fit through the same door. No way his big ole dragon butt was going anywhere, which was even more funny. Yvaine couldn't even contain her laughter with both hands now and she was out and out guffawing.

Jett turned to look at her with fire in his eyes.This isn't funny.

"But it is." She didn't want him stuck like this though so reached her hand out and waved Jett toward her. He glared at her but lowered his head and stuck his snout into her palm. The black light shimmered over him and he was once again her hot fantasy man, all broody and frowny-faced.

He took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm. "Try to stay calm. No getting startled. You're safe here and I don't want to be caught unawares by another shift. Got it?"

Yvaine nodded and pressed her lips together so she didn't let any more giggles out. They came anyway. She simply couldn't stop them.

"Go with Ciara, now. Maybe she can help you get a handle on your magic."

"Okay." Giggle giggle.

Ciara waved the men away. "Have fun storming the castle."

Jakob shook his head, clearly amused by his wife or girlfriend or matriarch, what have you. "No castles today. But the rogue and I will be discussing the battle he had with the Black Dragon. If he's back we'll need all the intel we can get."

The men headed back outside and Ciara led Yvaine into a really lovely kitchen. It had warm colors in a French country vibe, an island with comfy padded stools, and smelled like fresh backed apple pie. If ever Yvaine had wondered like home felt like, this was it.

She sat on one of the stools while Ciara rooted around in the big built-in fridge. "We weren't exactly properly introduced. I'm Yvaine."

"I know. Aha. Here's that bottle I was saving for the next girls night." She lifted a bottle of champagne over her head and followed it up with a jug of orange juice.

"You do? Jett told you?" Just how long had she been unconscious?

She set the drinks on the counter along with a container of juice ripe strawberries, and opened a nearby cupboard with glassware. "No. The White Witch did, sort of. I get a vision of a lot of the mates when they get their necklaces. Mostly it's the Wyverns and their direct connections, like their second in commands. But Jett is neither of those, so I'm not sure why she showed me yours."

"Okay, back up. You get visions of what now?" Yvaine fingered the necklace she wore. Something about what Ciara said niggled a vague memory.

"Sorry." Ciara shook her head. "You'd think I of all people would remember what it's like to get thrown into this world, but sometimes I forget what the rest of the world knows about the dragon warriors and what they don't."

"Dragon warriors?" That term suited Jett perfectly. Yvaine popped a strawberry into her mouth and chewed imagining Jett is a uniform, brandishing a sword.

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