I’ve never been more pissed off in my life. Aurelia was so close. So close I could practically taste her perfect fucking olive skin on my tongue. Taste those rosebud lips and those delicious chocolate nipples. Xander got the first physical touch over me, and as we sit on the floor of the rumbling military truck, I’m ready to pull his brains out of his eye sockets for it. Snapping out my leg, I strike the ugly dragon where he sits against the wall. “Fuck you, Xander.”
