Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
His shoulders touched mine as he shrugged.
“We control burn. The shield we have conceals us pretty well for the most part, but the Meridian makes the grass and flowers grow past our shields. Those are the parts that we burn and make look like the surrounding area. Although we end up burning quite a bit of the land beyond ours so it all blends in,” he admitted.
“How do you control burn?” I asked. “That’s a lot of land to be burning.”
He opened his eyes, and they were swimming with mirth as he answered. “The dragons.”
I blinked.
“The dragons…ohhh! They breathe fire?” I gasped.
He snorted. “Of course. What kind of dragons would they be if they didn’t breathe fire? But that’s just the fire dragons. There are many kinds of dragons. The ones you saw yesterday afternoon, the small ones, those are ice dragons. They can breathe cold air and turn the surrounding area into ice. Then there are the lightnings. They cause thunderstorms. Big ones.”
I was fairly sure my eyebrows were somewhere in the vicinity of my hairline.
I had no idea there were different kinds!
“What’s your favorite kind?” I asked.
Now I was just trying to distract him, and it was working if the smile on his face was anything to go by.
He was enjoying telling me about his life and the dragons.
“They’re all special in their own way. I control all of the elements, because Declan can. He’s what you would call a Primordial Dragon—or a dragon that controls all elements. He can combine some of his abilities and make many things that you wouldn’t otherwise see with any specific dragon. My favorite thing he can do is make smoke. It’s less subtle than the other special powers, but we use it the most. Situations where we need a quick escape, we dispense smoke, and it’s like we disappear. We can do that to some extent, but mostly it’s just the smoke that he blends into that also aids in our disappearance,” he explained.
“Out in the alley that night,” understanding dawning. “There was smoke. That’s what you did?”
He nodded and smiled. “Yeah. Exactly what we did.”
A smile that went straight to my vagina, causing it to become wetter than it already was. Which also caused me to squirm.
“That’s pretty nifty, Mr. Vassago,” I confessed, hiding my emotions. “I’d thought that you’d disappeared. Whatever it is you do, it’s pretty amazing.”
“Alright, it’s stitched up,” Skylar sighed. “Don’t use it unless you absolutely have to. That means you’ll have to eat with your other hand and try to do without a shirt for the next two days. Or, at least, one that doesn’t touch it.”
I had to admit that seeing him without a shirt for the next two days was kind of heartbreaking. I mean my poor eyes, right?
Ha!
Chapter 9
I believe in love and peace, but I say fuck a lot.
-Coffee Cup
Blythe
“I have four more weeks of school left. I don’t give one flying fuck if you don’t want me to go. I’ve worked my ass off for this, and I will finish!” I practically bellowed in Keifer’s face.
His eyes narrowed on me.
“Have you heard nothing I’ve said over the last hour?” He asked in disbelief.
I narrowed my eyes.
“You’re going to work!” I yelled.
He growled. “Yeah, I’m going to work. But my place of business also has protections and wards all the fuck over it! Your school doesn’t!”
I shook my head.
“Keifer,” I said softly. “This is a deal-breaker for me. I’ll quit my job. I’ll move out of my apartment. I will not, however, quit school. I’ve busted my ass for two and a half years to become a nurse, and I’m not quitting. I’ve already missed one clinical when you got hurt yesterday. I’m not missing one more.”
He sighed. “You’re not going to give me this, are you?”
I shook my head. “No.”
The closer his body got to mine, the more aware I became.
It’d been a day since he was hurt, and of course, he was already back to full strength. His arm had healed miraculously well, and he didn’t show a single sign that he’d been hurt only twenty-four hours before.
And I hadn’t seen him since last night.
I knew he’d slipped out of the bed we’d slept in sometime around midnight, and here it was six in the morning, and I had to go find him to tell him I’d be leaving to go to my clinicals whether he liked it or not.
Last night I’d been too scared of his injury to initiate anything physical between us, and he’d been too hurt.
Now here we stood, him healed, both of us angry, and he still had no shirt on.
That pull between us that started out as just a little tingle the first time he touched me was now a full blown, raging inferno inside of me that clawed at my stomach.