Veronica's Dragon (Icehome, #2)

by Ruby Dixon

He looks intrigued. "Gifts. I can do those. Tell me who your enemies are and I will bring you their heads."

"You do know back on Earth I'm not special to anyone, right?" "Ah, my Veronica," he murmurs, voice low and just a little bit rumbly with the force of his cootie. "You do not have to be special to everyone. Just to me."

Perhaps that is why the khui gave her to me—I can be the protective, fierce one. She can be the nurturer, the sweetness to my rage.

"You're the other half of me," I tell her, hands on my hips. "We are a mated pairing. I will die if you die, because I will not want to go on."

"You are perfect in my eyes, my fires," Ashtar says calmly, his cootie singing to me the moment he touches me. "But your feet are graceless blocks."

Best day ever? I tease. No. He looks up at me. That was when I met you. Mine, too.