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Evan knew that Nix was dying to know more about him being a dragon. Nix had asked several times, tons of questions, but Evan hadn’t given him much more than admitting he was a dragon.
“Come on! Tell me something!” Nix danced around.
“I’ll take a beer,” Evan told him.
“Alright! Coming right up.” Nix brushed past him to reach the fridge.
The blinds were closed on the sliding glass door for the balcony which was where Evan had first spotted the little shifter. The balcony faced what Evan had set up as his hoard room. There was a tidbit that Evan could give Nix. Evan sat at the corner of the sectional couch facing the balcony.
“Here you go!” Nix passed him a bottle of locally brewed beer that Evan recognized. He flopped onto the couch next to Evan.
“Dragons do have a.…thing, as you asked.”
“What kind of thing?” Nix leaned closer. “Food? Drinks? What? What?”
“There is one myth about dragons that is actually true,” Evan told him.
“You can breathe fire? Would you make me s’mores? I love s’mores! That would be the coolest trick.”
“Trick? You think breathing fire is a trick?” Evan questioned. Not that he was admitting to anything.
“Sure,” Nix drawled before taking a long drink of his beer. “Like a party trick you could do. For me. While making me a s’more.”
“I don’t breathe fire,” Evan revealed. Although he’d had a cousin who did. Lithis would love Nix, the two of them so similar. Chaos and kindness described both.
“Oh.” Nix’s shoulder slumped.
“Do you still want to know my thing?” he teased.
That perked Nix back up. “Yes! I need to know!” Nix claimed.
“Dragons have a hoard. And I’m not talking about gold,” Evan confessed.
“Coins? A pallet of cash?” Nix guessed. “Diamonds? Jewels? There are so many possibilities! You have to give me more than that.”
“A dragon’s hoard is valuable to that dragon. It doesn’t have to be currency. Just something that the dragon likes to collect.”
“What do you hoard?”
Evan had been waiting for that question. “Shouldn’t my bestie know that?”
Nix bounced. “I should!” He got a very serious look on his face. “I can totally guess this! I can.”
“I’ll leave it to you to figure out.”
“That means that you’ll have to let me into your apartment!” Nix jumped up, raising his hands over his head. Beer spilled from the top of the bottle, but the shifter didn’t seem to notice. “I’ll come over tomorrow.”
Well shit, Evan hadn’t thought about that. “I go to the gym in the mornings. You know that since you’ve been going as well.”
“I’m not stalking you.” Nix sat back down.
“Didn’t say you were.” Evan sipped on his own beer as he watched Nix. The statement from the boy did amuse him. Maybe the rookie wasn’t stalking him but he was always around. Not that Evan was worried. The kid was just too sweet.
Nix still hadn’t settled down. Wasn’t the kid tired? His phone chiming pulled his attention away from the conversation. “The food is downstairs.”
“I’ll go get it.” Nix set his bottle on the coffee table then waved his hand. “Feel free to snoop while I’m gone. I plan to return the favor.”
Evan snorted. He’d set himself up for that.
