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Running up behind the animals was a tall guy in his mid-twenties with black hair, scruffy stubble, and piercing green eyes.
I lifted up one arm and took a whiff, scrunching my face in disgust. “I smell mildly of dog.” Logan gave a strangled laugh. “Don’t tell Keegan or Nadine that.”
Logan leaned in close, bringing his body heat with him, and whispered in my ear, “I’ve waited years for you. For another … so that I wouldn’t feel … alone. And now you’re here and you don’t even want it.”
Why did I piss on everything that loved me? It was like this self-sabotage mechanism I had.
Having a half-naked sexy dragon shifter with his arm around me … while he made plans to save his pet kitten … made my ovaries ache for his babies.
I nodded. “I played competitive soccer for ten years.” He looked shocked. “Perfect.” I cocked my head to the side. “I was the goalie.” “Oh.” His face fell.
If there were two things that were true to my soul, it’s that, one: I hated exercise, and two: I was not a morning person.
“Sloane … I want you to prepare yourself for the possibility that you could be part druid.”
“He wore my favorite sweater. Fucker.” I chuckled. Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned.
The legend says that in order to kill a dragon mated pair, you must kill both. For as long as one lives, the other will survive.”
