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Oh, his late mate had been human and didn’t have the same dragon troubles as her. And yet, if someone else who’d been so damaged and abused could find happiness, maybe she could too.
Wait. Why does happiness matter?She wanted it with her dragon, yes. But she didn’t need it with anyone else.
Once she finished chopping the onion, rather enthusiastically, Violet sent her to help Bronx with the kale and sweet potatoes for the soup. Apparently, sweet potatoes didn’t taste like regular potatoes, and Violet was going to make Percy try them.
She approached Bronx but stayed about two feet away. “What do I need to do?”
He glanced at her. “Well, that depends—are you going to accidentally chuck the sweet potatoes out the window for having the wordpotatoesin their name or not? Because if so, I’m going to have to protect them. With my life.”
He grinned, and she laughed. The sound was rusty, and she took a second to recover.
Percy couldn’t remember the last time she’d done that.
Bronx raised his brows. “Well? Because if you hold the name against them, Iwillhuddle over them and protect them until they go into the soup. I rather like sweet potatoes.”
She smiled and shook her head. “You’re being ridiculous. But, no, I won’t throw them away. I’m willing to try them at least once.”
He offered the knife to her, handle out. “Then you can chop them into cubes. Violet says I always make them too big.”
His daughter chimed in. “You do! And then it takes forever to cook, making everything else soggy.”
Percy took the knife from Bronx, her fingers brushing his in the process. A small tendril of heat rushed through her. And since she was staring into his eyes, she noticed how they flashed rapidly.
He cleared his throat and turned back to peeling the sweet potatoes. “Right, well, I’m hungry. So let’s get this done.”
She finally forced her gaze away from Bronx and went to work with the knife. And yet, as she cut the sweet potatoes into cubes, her heart still raced a little faster than normal from Bronx’s touch.
What the fuck was wrong with her? She’d never felt anything like that before.
Her gut said it would be better to ignore it. So she spent the remainder of the prep time doing what Violet asked, ensuring she didn’t touch Bronx again, and counted down the minutes until she could be alone so she could try coaxing out her dragon once more.
ChapterSeventeen
Violet had made a new recipe with Italian sausage, sweet potatoes, kale, and onions, and Bronx had devoured it. Once Bronx finished eating his soup, he left his daughter and Percy alone on the couch to clean up in the kitchen.
As he filled the sink with hot water, his dragon grunted.Why are you running away from her?
I’m not running.
You are.
Maybe he was. But seeing Percy laugh for the first time, where all her burdens evaporated for a few seconds, had turned her into a bloody beautiful young female. He still remembered the crinkles at the corners of her eyes, the way her open mouth had highlighted her plump lower lip, and even just the way she’d sounded—like even the laughter had surprised her. Add in the brush of her fingers against his, shooting straight to his cock, and he’d done everything possible to keep from touching her again.
His dragon sighed.Why? I liked feeling her skin against ours.
You know why, dragon. She needs time to heal.
I’m not saying we fuck her tomorrow. But woo her a bit. I’d like to see what happens.
Alarm bells blared inside his head.You would tell me if she’s our true mate, wouldn’t you?
Yes. Because then you wouldn’t be able to ignore her.
But she’s not?
I still can’t tell. Until she gets her dragon, I don’t know if I ever can.
That meant not kissing her on the lips and taking her bottom lip between his teeth.
