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I figured they were curious. They’d never been around human women very much, other than Eli being around Brynn. And considering he’d watched her grow up, I had to imagine that made her seem less strange than a human would.

“To preserve the scent. It’s a brilliant idea,” the other guy said.

I would open one of the bags and investigate for myself, when I wasn’t in front of the two guys.

“Thanks for this. And for the food.” I gestured to the plate. “I appreciate it. See you in the morning?”

That last question was pointed at Eli.

He agreed.

“You might have weird dreams,” he said, before I took both my backpack and food into August’s room. “The demons’ magic is supposed to affect humans when they’re hungry. Don’t be surprised when it hits you.”

Great.

I thanked him for the warning, closed the door behind me, and locked it too.

Opening the bag, I inhaled and sighed.

It definitely smelled like us.

And like sex.

I sealed it back up again and worked my way through the plate of food before falling asleep in the blanket that smelled like me and August.

My dreams were full of fire.

August’s mouth was on my body again.

His hands were on me.

He was driving into me.

Taking me against a wall, in a shower, in the tub we’d shared after his magic faded from my veins.

It was like being in heat all over again.

When I woke up halfway through the night, I took another shower and didn’t dare let myself fall asleep again.

Jasper knocked on my door the next morning.

I had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how August was going to react when he saw me for hours.

I didn’t have any other clothes to change into, so I pulled on a bra and a pair of shorts I’d found in my backpack. August’s shirt went over the top, of course.

He’d lose his shit if I showed up half naked.

Unless he didn’t want me anymore.

My stomach clenched.

My mind had been running through all of the ways he could tell me he didn’t have feelings for me, and the many possible ways he could tell me to go to hell.

It would hurt the most if he didn’t say or feel anything, though.

I hoped Eli and the other dragon were right about him still being interested in me. The way he’d brought my backpack with him told me they might be right. But that had been so soon after heat ended, logic told me his feelings could’ve changed or faded.

Especially while he was hurt, and inside a prison cell.

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