That Time I Got Drunk And Saved a Human (Mead Mishaps, #3)

by Kimberly Lemming

What other dragon could spend months cooped up on a ship with a bunch of insufferable idiots and not kill a single one? No one, that’s who.

Be still, my greedy little heart.

“You are very catty,” I snapped. “And you are petrified of snow and a moose.” “I am not petrified, I just didn’t know what they were!”

dragons discussing how feral they became around their fated mate. But nothing could have prepared me for the visceral hatred I felt for the sun who dared to set on my days with her. I wanted to fly up in the sky, rip the sun god’s still-beating heart from his chest and lay it at Cherry’s feet so the days began and ended at her discretion. Nothing less would be good enough.

“You may be the one chained, Princess, but make no mistake, I am always at your mercy.”