Turning away, he opens the door. I roll my eyes at his back. “Right. You brought me a blanket because the dragons don’t want me to be cold. You know, it’s okay if people discover that you can be nice sometimes.” He throws me a dark look. “Or not.” I bite back a snicker. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me want to poke the bear, but I can’t help myself. Getting under Thorne’s skin might just be my all-time-favorite new hobby.
