"I can't get an honest answer out of her," Ronson muttered. "No gently bred dragon lady would dare give the alpha an opinion unless she was sure it was his too," I said, my lips twitching at Ronson's sneer. Perhaps I was becoming immune to his expressions. "You always do," Ronson said, arching an eyebrow. I flushed and ducked my head, but he caught my chin between thumb and forefinger, refusing to let me shy away. "Please don't stop. That's why you're here, Mairwen."
