Page 19 of Training my Human

“Make yourself at home,” my male offered.

As if I wouldn’t.

“Pip says you like watching television. I’ve got the sports channel on now but can change it if you like.”

Sports? I didn’t mind the displays of athleticism, especially since the male brought over more snacks. This time a platter of cheese and fruit. Not enough, I should add.

Maddox left to fetch me a drink. When he returned, he eyed the empty plate and muttered, “Guess you’re not sharing.”

“If you expected some, you should have served more. Speaking of which, I’m still hungry.” Really, how many times did they have to be told a growing dragon needed a lot of food?

“Good thing dinner is pretty much ready. We’ll eat once Pip gets here.”

It took an eternity despite the clock saying she arrived twelve minutes later.

A doorbell rang and Maddox answered the door, letting Pip inside. The pair exchanged hellos and completely ignored me and my rumbling belly.

Unacceptable. I wasted away while they flirted. “About time you got here, woman. I’m hungry.”

To which the insolent wench smirked and said, “I’m happy to see you, too, Little Fella.”

Which gave me the opening I needed to announce, “No more shall you denigrate me. I have chosen my name. From here on in, I shall be known as the mighty Abaddon.”

Did they fall to their knees in veneration? Cheer my stupendous choice of name?

Nope. Pip said, “Awesome,” and Maddox added, “Dinner’s ready.”

I might have been more annoyed but for the fact the food was really good.

ChapterSeven

When Maddox offeredme dinner at his place, I kind of expected something store-bought and reheated, or simple like steaks on a BBQ. Instead, he’d made a crockpot roast with some kind of red wine gravy, roasted potatoes, and carrots. He did admit to buying the crusty loaf of bread. I forgave him because this was above and beyond what I could manage.

Little Fella—excuse me, Abaddon—must have approved because he ate everything on his plate, plus a second and third.

Maddox eyed him in astonishment and whispered, “Where does he put it?”

“I don’t know, but he seems to consume his body weight plus some,” I confided.

“Damn. When he gets bigger, you’re going to need more than your motorcycle to carry the groceries.”

The remark caused me to grimace. “I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. I mean, a few days ago he was the size of a kitten, now he’s a cat.”

Abaddon stopped slurping the gravy to give me an evil eye. “Would you stop the comparison to felines? Bad enough I must dine in the company of one."

My dragon didn’t like cats. Hilarious. Especially since Princess must have sensed it because she sat on a chair directly across from Abaddon and stared at him the entire time.

Beautiful cat, but not what I’d expected. I’ll admit, when Maddox mentioned owning a cat, I’d assumed that it would be some kind of domestic breed that looked like it fought rats in the alley. But no, he had a long hair Himalayan kitty with bright blue eyes, a snub nose, and fur of pure white. A fluffball with four legs, essentially, who suddenly decided she wanted onto my lap.

Maddox’s brows rose seeing his Princess purring and rubbing against my scratching fingers. “That’s a first. She doesn’t usually like strangers.”

“Bah, she’s doing it to antagonize me,” grumbled Abaddon. “Wretched creatures.”

“How would you know?” I countered. “This is your first time meeting one.”

“Cats, dogs, and rats are known to be annoying pests.”

“Are there any animals you do like?” I asked, still petting Princess.

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