Page 50 of The Dragon Recruit
“Antony.”
He nuzzled her neck, and Iris gripped his arms. Somehow, this male always made her knees weak.
Which was both irritating and exciting.
Her dragon spoke up.Who needs sleep?
Antony does. We napped. He didn’t.
Her beast sighed but then kept silent.
He leaned back, traced her lips with a finger, and she resisted a shiver as he said, “Sweet dreams, Iris. Selfish as I am, I hope they’re of me.”
As he waggled his eyebrows, she burst out laughing.
He whispered, “I love your laugh. You definitely need to do it more often.”
Before she could think of how to respond, he walked away and entered his bedroom.
Iris moved to the sofa and plopped down, placing a hand over her racing heart.
Her dragon finally spoke again.Maybe if we give him a shot of dragon’s blood, he won’t need much sleep?
Dragon, no.
No for now? Or no until later?
Maybe I’ll ask Dr. Turner about it. But for now, he needs to sleep, and so do we. I have a feeling the next few days or weeks are going to be intense and exhausting.
Try not to wear him out too much. We have to share him, aye?
She bit back a laugh.Naughty dragon. Stop it. I mean with the case, not sex.
Her beast sniffed.If you say so.
Iris’s brain raced with everything that had happened over the last few days, still unsure ofhowAntony Holbrook had chipped away at her walls so quickly.
However, she used her training as best as she could to pack away anything unrelated to finding who was behind the dead dragon-shifters, the dead human, and the kidnapped females. She needed to find Zoe, sooner rather than later.
And it worked. At least until she fell asleep, when she dreamed of what might’ve happened if that male hadn’t knocked on the door and interrupted her moment with Antony.
Chapter Sixteen
After two days of watching the other female dragon-shifters, Zoe was starting to notice alliances. Namely, the ones who wanted to trust that she would help them and those who viewed her as a traitor for not hating humans. Most of the latter group were also open to Chelsea’s plan of dragon world domination. A few trusted no one but themselves.
Her cousin, Rebecca, was on the fence about whom to believe. She rarely talked with Zoe, yet she kept stealing glances, as if wanting to learn more, but was afraid to.
Zoe nearly reached out to her dragon but stopped since she was still silent. She missed her inner beast more than anything else.
However, the lack of their second half was hard for any dragon-shifter, and it was an angle she’d been testing out with the others. Because Zoe doubted their captors would ever let them have their beasts back, and even though everyone probably knew that on some level, voicing it had made a few females less hostile toward her.
Some, though, said Chelsea would find a way to bring back their inner beasts once they escaped.
Rubbing her forehead, Zoe resisted sighing. Bloody hell, she’d never envisioned having to play politics like this. And yet, if she ever wanted to get free, she would have to.
As she mentally went through the list of females she wanted to talk with today, Bethan, the Welsh dragon in her cell, said, “You still haven’t said why they put you in here with us.”
“That’s because I don’t know.”
