The [Not] Cursed Dragon (Deadly Dragons Duet #1)

by Colette Rhodes

Would it be tacky to pour myself a glass of fae wine and toast to their corpses after I'd killed them? I doubted there was a firm etiquette on these things, I could probably get away with it.

If I wasn’t free to choose them, to choose this life alongside them, to choose to love them, it could never be enough.

She’d been fresh out of captivity and brimming with hope and curiosity. It was almost a talent, the way we’d quashed that so quickly.

It had taken just over a week for us to make our mate completely miserable, and she’d been a fucking prisoner before she came to us. There must be some kind of prize for being the biggest assholes in Avalon.

I was quickly learning that it could hurt just as much to give something away willingly as it could to have it ripped away unwillingly.

We’d trapped Shira here once before. She’d come to us sad, and we’d made her miserable. Repeating those actions would be moronic.

Weirdly, she was a friend. Sort of. A friend who’d once doused me in poison. Non-fatal poison. I think she liked me.