Page 26 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“Egg and toast? Perfect! Thank you so much for checking what I liked.” She grins at me.
My heart does a strange, slow, lazy flip in my chest, as if it’s attempting to break free.
“You are happy with this meal?”
“I’m happy you found out what I like rather than just bringing meat and alcohol or something,” she says, scooping up one of the ovum and placing it onto the toasted kifyli before taking a big bite.
Despite rule three, I decide to keep my big mouth shut, take a swig of the fee, which isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, and copy what Scarlett is doing with the ovum and kifyli.
I rumble my appreciation at the way the flavors combine. I like this, but aravas meat is infinitely better.
“Good?” Scarlett asks, her cheeks bulging.
“Good,” I respond, with an enthusiastic nod.
She smiles. And it lights up my world.
Rule three can go take flight into a nebula.
SCARLETT
Iadmit, I didn’t think Dexx would follow the rules I’ve set for him, not for one instant. But here he is, my big bad dragon warlord, eating egg on toast as if he does it every morning.
I’ve seen what Sarkarnii eat for breakfast, and it is not egg on toast. So much for rule three. However, Dexx does seem to be genuinely enjoying it, so there’s that.
I admit, I made the rules up on the fly, really to see what buttons I could push on Mr. Growly, but he didn’t flinch at any of them.
Perhaps he is in rut for me. Perhaps he does want to prove he’s better than a mere space pirate. Although, given the Sarkarnii are sort of space pirates, with a protection racket on the side, he may have to gloss over that part.
The eggs are good, richer than hen’s eggs. None of us were bold enough to ask where they came from when I was on Darax’s ship. We guessed they probably weren’t reptilian, given our hosts’ nature, but then apparently Sarkarnii don’t lay eggs.
And having discovered that particular fact, there is no way I’m exploring what creates these eggs. Especially after the cockroach aliens.
I will remain in blissful ignorance of my breakfast treat.
“You wouldn’t have thought emylos would produce something so tasty, given their pincers,” Dexx says conversationally, as if he really is reading my thoughts, which he claimed not to be able to do.
“I don’t want to know,” I respond immediately. “I like this breakfast.”
Dexx huffs some smoke. “Rule three is all about truth. You should know where your food comes from.”
“If it makes it gross, I do not want to know,” I reply warily, noting the evil twinkle in his eye.
I might have made the rules, but he’s a Sarkarnii who has perfected the art of bending them.
“And anyway, the truth rule only relates to what goes on between us because you’reruttingfor me,” I add quickly. “Not food.”
Dexx rumbles deep down in his chest. It’s difficult to tell if it’s a growl or the strange purr I’ve heard from him on a few occasions. I wouldn’t have thought dragon men purr, but I’m not exactly an authority on Sarkarnii.
I do, however, know someone who has been more up close and personal than I have…just about. I resolve to text Kerra as soon as I get the opportunity. About the purring. And the rutting.
“Lord Dexx.” A warrior approaches us slowly. “You are required in the control center.”
Dexx gives him a brief snarl before looking at me.
“Will my mate excuse me?” he queries, clearly recalling rule one.
“Yes, of course.” I nod as he rises.
