Dragons don’t kiss. That was the first thought that ran through my head. The second was how hot his lips felt against mine. My eyes shot open and smooth skin and black curls greeted me. What? Where was the dragon? Had Zion gotten the trap door open after all? I tried to push him away—we had to run, not kiss! My palm met hot flesh as I pushed him away, and I flinched backwards. Zion made a guttural sound in his throat, and I realized with a jerk he was filthy and naked. Wild eyes tinged with green flickered between silver and gold. I glanced beneath my feet, seeing the real Zion put a guard on
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Stop! Please this is on soup opera and I'm dying laughing
