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My brows lift at that.
She rolls her eyes. “Fine. I might. But I’ll try not to. Look.” She holds up her hands to show the gloves covering every inch of skin.
“Your face,” I say.
She pulls something out of her pocket. When she pulls it over her head, I see that it’s not a scarf but a sheer mask shaped perfectly to her face.
“Where did you get that?” I ask.
“Chaya got it for me. Apparently, she understands I should be part of this.”
I ignore her attempt to bait me. Instead, I focus on the mask that will only make her more vulnerable. The damned thing covers every inch of her face, including her eyes.
“You’re willing to fight blind?” I ask.
She shoves her gloved hand out, driving a punch straight into my gut.
I grunt, my muscles tensing too late. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but she makes her point anyway. “Not blind, apparently.”
“Not blind,” she confirms, stepping back.
I can hear the smugness in her tone.
She crosses her arms again, feet planted as if she’s bracing for a fight.
“If you say no, I’ll find my own way,” she adds.
“Yes, I have no doubt about that.” I shake my head. Short of tying her up, I can’t make her stay put. And letting her face the Crimson Roses alone is not something I’m willing to do.
“All right, little assassin. But I won’t carry you like prey this time.”
She eyes me warily. “What does that mean?”
“It means, this time, you’ll ride on my back.” I can’t help the darkly delicious thoughts that follow my statement. Or the wink I give her when I add, “Until such time you can ride my front, that is. Now, come on. Daybreak is here, and I intend to hunt a Crimson Rose for breakfast.”
She shudders at my words, though I don’t know if it’s my promise to let her ride my cock someday or my vow to kill her enemies that’s caused her blood to stir. Either way, I strip, dropping my clothes to the ground at my feet and calling my beast to the surface before I can distract us both with any more empty words.
Chapter 28
Tori
Being airborne is not an experience I want to repeat, but I’m done sitting around. So, I spent all night making my peace with the necessary evil of being carried through the skies like a sack of potatoes, only to be faced with the idea of riding on his back instead. Even the sight of Legion shifting and becoming a giant black-scaled dragon isn’t enough to distract me from the mental image of me riding him… in every way imaginable.
By the time he looks down at me with those glowing orange eyes, I know my face is flushed, and my core aches with a need that’s been unfulfilled for way too long. His nostrils flare, and I realize he’s scented my desire.
Ugh.
I am instantly grateful for the mask I’m forced to wear. That’s a first.
“Let’s hurry up and get this over with,” I say.
The dragon snorts, and hot air washes over me. His size and sense of power are intimidating, but I know with absolute certainty Legion would never hurt me. When he responds by lowering himself to his belly so I can climb on, the gesture alone earns a new level of trust. He’s willing to make himself vulnerable. That means something.
His scales are smooth beneath my hands, but I’m careful to avoid the row of spikes as I climb up to his back and settle there. With gloved hands, I grab onto the raised row of scales behind his head and call out, “Ready.”
Only then does he slowly push to his feet.
I look down at the ground, already feeling a little unsteady at how far up I am. But then his large wings spread, beating downward to create a powerful draft of air. Then he walks over to the cliff’s edge—and steps off it.
