Page 63 of Dragon Me Through Space

“That’s looking much better than this one,” Wayne said.

I yelped and spun to face him with a scowl. “You startled me.”

Smiling, he sat down next to me. “I stomped inside so you would hear me, but you were very focused on your task.”

“Did you need something?” I asked, setting down the leaf I’d started to peel apart to try making a new bracelet.

“You missed lunch, so we got worried and I came to check on you,” he admitted.

“Missed lunch?” I asked, blinking rapidly in shock. How long had I been here?

Scout displayed the time and my eyes widened. I’d been in here for four hours.

“I suppose I should take a lunch break,” I said and stood. My legs tingled and I fell forward, but Wayne caught me.

He laughed as he helped me straighten. “Legs fell asleep?”

“Apparently,” I whispered and stomped my feet to help dissipate the tingles faster.

Wayne squatted down and began to massage from my thighs down to my calves then to my ankles before going to the next thigh to start over. He did it three times before the tingling stopped.

I had to swallow hard each time his firm grip tightened on my thighs and resist the urge to clamp my legs together.

“Come on, I will make you food.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll just get something from the replicator.”

“I’m not busy right now, so I’ll make you food,” he argued. “Besides, now that we know for sure that you’re my mate, I have to do my part to treat you right.” He smiled wide and led the way out of the room towards the kitchen.

“Just because I’m your betrothed doesn’t mean you have to do more for me,” I countered.

He looked over his shoulder with a scowl. “Of course it does. My sisters would beat me bloody if they found out I mistreated you.”

Laughing, I said, “I think I’m going to like your sisters.”

He nodded. “They’re going to like you, too.”

Were they going to like me? I wasn’t a Dragonkin and was barely a princess. Was I even worthy of being Queen, let alone High Queen, or of being mated to these handsome princes? Would they want them to take Dragonkin concubines to produce Dragonkin heirs?

That thought had my hands clenching into fists at my sides.

Wayne tapped the center of my eyebrows. “What’s got you furrowing your brow so much?”

“Nothing,” I lied and tried to smooth out my expression while shaking out my hands discreetly.

“What would you like for lunch? Pasta? Pizza?”

“Whatever you feel like making,” I answered as we entered the kitchen.

Zeke and Preston were in the kitchen already. Both had their arms crossed over their chests and scowls on their faces. Were they arguing?

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

They both turned towards us.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Preston said quickly and smiled as he lowered his arms. “Just discussing some plans. Are you here to get food since you missed lunch?” I was skeptical of his claim, especially since I never confronted him before about what I’d overheard, but I decided to let it rest … for now.

“I’m going to make her food,” Wayne announced and walked to the fridge to grab items out of it.