Page 8 of Must Love Dragons
That meant dark magic.
No wonder he was skeptical.
As she heard her bestie approach, she turned to look down at him.
He was still glaring at her, but there was something else in his gaze.
Longing.
Reluctant longing, but longing all the same.
“What’s it going to be, dragon boy?Are you going to cooperate or am I dragging your butt across the yard so I can heal you?”
He seemed to consider her words for far longer than he should.
“Oh shit, it’s a guy!”Delaney said.
“A dragon,” Kinsley said.“And my truemate.”
Zay’s instincts were screaming at him to get up and leave, but his body was not cooperating.
And the worst possible thing to come out of all this?
The witch declared to her friend that he was her truemate.
And his damn dragon was purring like a kitten in his head.
Absolutely-fucking-not.
The female reached for him, and he bared his fangs, trying to stifle a groan of pain from his injuries.The fall hadn’t killed him—dragons were notoriously hard to kill—but whatever the warlock had done to him had incapacitated him in a terrible way.Not only did half his body feel like it was on fire, but he wasn’t healing.
And he was wildly attracted to the witch.
Chestnut-haired goddess with the most enchanting emerald eyes set in a stunning face surely carved by the gods themselves.
Ugh, focus!
“Listen, dragon boy,” she said, planting her hands on her hips with a huff, “you’re not going to keep snapping at me like a psychotic alligator.I’m trying tohelp you, so get over whatever issue you have with me being a witch, and let me get you to safety inside the rescue.”
He ground his teeth together as a wave of pain nearly made him pass out.
“You don’t like witches?”the other one asked him.“What the hell is your problem?”
“I don’t have to answer you,” he said.
The enchanting female arched a brow.“My name is Kinsley and this is my best friend Delaney.We run a rescue for familiars.There are protection wards around the yard but not in the trees here, so whoever hurt you could still get to you.Let me help you into the rescue so I can tend to your wounds.And also get you some clothes.”
She’d been giving him hard eye contact, and while her coat with her delicious scent was covering his nether parts, she’d clearly gotten an eyeful and was trying to give him some semblance of privacy.
And that was not endearing in the slightest.
“Fine,” he said.“But keep your magic to yourself.”
“If a magical being hurt you, only magic can heal you,” Delaney pointed out.
He ignored the other female and focused on Kinsley.
He needed to get away from her before his dragon talked him into finding out what she looked like underneath the thick sweater.She looked like she had curves for days and his hands were actually aching to hold her.
