“Do I have any redeeming qualities?” he asked. A charming, self-deprecating dragon. No, not buying it. That charm could tear in a split second, and then there would be flame and sharp teeth. “Not running over the squirrel was in your favor.” “Mhm. Good to know.” He smiled wider. Uh-oh. “Don’t do it.” “Don’t do what?” “Every time you smile like that, someone dies. If you attack me, I will defend myself.”
