Page 17 of Must Love Dragons
And so damn imposing.
But she didn’t back down, she poked him in the chest.“You didn’t even say thank you!I saved your life, Zay.I freaking saved you from slowly burning to death with dark magic.And news flash, I’ve kept you safe while you healed.If I was going to hurt you, I wouldn’t have saved you.And I certainly wouldn’t have brought you into the rescue, gathered my friends, and healed you.”
He growled, low and dangerous, and her skin prickled.
That was a nice sound.
His dragon rumbled in his chest, a deep purring sound.His eyes flashed, the pupils elongating for a heartbeat, and then they returned to the beautiful sapphire.
Her heart pounded as she stared up at him, refusing to look away.
He was so freaking intense it was like trying to look at the sun.
With a sharp exhale, he scrubbed a hand through his hair.“You don’t get it.”
“Then help me get it.”
“I don’t need a witch watching my back.”
She snorted.“Right.Because it worked so well for you to be on your own last time.”
His nostrils flared and for a second she thought he’d just push her aside and leave, telling her to go to hell in the process.But instead, he turned and paced away from her, a predator trapped in the room.
As she watched him pace, she saw what he was trying to hide from her.
He was afraid.Not for himself, she didn’t think, but for his family.For the uncle who’d been taken, for his sister, and the other members of his clan.
Letting some of the anger out of her tone, she said, “You don’t trust me, but I’m not asking for you to trust me.I’m asking you to use your damn brain and let me help you.”
He stopped pacing and looked at her; his eyes narrowed, and his gaze accused her of havingan angle.
“Dark magic users are dangerous.They might be after your clan, but they’re flat-out, end-the-world dangerous toeveryone.Like it or not, I’m the only one who can help you.My magic can help.”
He growled and then cursed under his breath.After what felt like an eternity, he finally muttered, “Fine.”
She almost danced a jig.
Stupid, stubborn male.
Before she could celebrate her victory, he stepped closer—too close—until he invaded her space with his warmth and scent, making it hard for her to think.
He smelled like the sky after a storm, like dark nights and starlight.
“I don’t like this,” he said with a low, rough voice.“And I don’t trust you.”
“Noted.”
“If you screw me over?—"
“Then you’ll what?Bemoreof an ass?”
He growled, but it morphed into what sounded like a purr.
His dragon liked her, that much she was sure of.And it made her smile.
This was going to befun.
Zay got out of Kinsley’s car in the parking lot of the lighthouse’s marina and gas dock.The sun was just now rising, and the bay rippled with ambers and oranges as the sun rose above the horizon.He inhaled, picking up the scents of saltwater, fish, and wet wood.
