Page 76 of The Dragon’s Good Girl

“You’re dating a dragon who lives in a mansion full of supernatural sex workers. Our lawyer had feelings.”

I laugh and sign at the bottom.

Gael takes the tablet back, checks the signature and gives a satisfied nod. “Excellent. You may now continue causing administrative problems with the appropriate paperwork in place.”

“Happy to help.”

She starts to walk away, then stops beside me.

“I’m glad you came back.”

“Me too.”

She gives my arm a brief squeeze before disappearing into the noise of the kitchen, and I’m still watching her go when heavy footsteps sound behind me.

I turn.

Soren has stopped in the doorway.

His hair is a mess, he hasn’t bothered with a shirt, and there’s a distinctly irritated set to his mouth that makes me suspect waking up alone didn’t go over well.

Then his eyes find me, barefoot in the middle of the kitchen wearing his shirt.

The irritation disappears. Gold slips through his eyes, and a second later, the low rumble of his purr reaches me from across the room.

Ronan groans. “In the words of Soren, for fuck’s sake.”

Soren ignores him.

He crosses the kitchen and pulls me straight into his arms.

“You left me.”

“I just came downstairs. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You were gone when I woke up.” His arms tighten around me. “I disliked it.”

I laugh against his chest. “You survived.”

“Barely.”

Around us, breakfast carries on. Evander tells Ronan to stop stealing food, Corvin is still demanding a rematch, and somebody slides a plate toward the empty place at the table without asking whether I’m staying.

Soren lowers his mouth to my hair, his purr still rolling through his chest.

I look around the kitchen again, at this strange, loud house and the people in it, then up at the dragon holding me like he still can’t quite believe I came back.

Epilogue

Margot

Three months later, my leasing agent emails to ask whether I plan to renew my lease.

I stare at the message longer than the question warrants, mostly because I can't remember the last time I slept in the apartment. I've been paying rent on a very expensive storage unit while gradually moving my life into Soren's rooms one bag at a time, under the impression that this somehow doesn't count as moving in.

I type back that I won't be renewing and put my phone down beside the pothos.

The pothos, against all odds, is thriving.