Felix brought a hand up to his neck and tore the collar off like it was parchment paper. “Well, he’s not after us, is he, Mrs. Dragon?” He moved closer next to my side. “So long as we’re next to his lovely mate, we’re as safe as can be.” I shook my head. “I’m not his mate.” Ambrose chuckled. “I’d tell that to your dragon. Not us.”
