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“Prometheus wants its mama,” I tell Orcus. “Where’s your mama, baby?” I scratch under its chin and this time it says,Mamaa little softer.
Well, that’s not helpful. I glance at Orcus and he shrugs. “The dragons are reclusive. I have no idea why it’s here.”
“We have to help it.”
“No.” His voice is hard and firm.
I scoff. “No?”
He gives a hard shake of his head. Narrowing my eyes, I carefully place Prometheus on the ground.Mama,the dragon complains.
“I know, sweet thing.” I stand and march toward Orcus, stopping in front of him and glaring up at him.
“We’re helping.”
“No.”
“I’m sorry, I’m confused why you think you can decide this without even talking to me about it. Just because you gave me some of the best orgasms of my life doesn’t mean you get to be the only voice in this”—I gesture between our bodies—“whatever this is. Prometheus is all alone.”
His features soften ever so slightly, but his eyes are still set on no. “Daisy—”
“Listen to me, you big, stubborn ogre,” I growl. “We cannot leave a baby dragon to fend for itself. It can’t even fly yet and I like Prometheus. We’re helping.”
Prometheus chirps at my feet and rubs its body against my calf, hissing and spitting mini spurts of fire at Orcus. There’s a moment when I see him contemplate arguing with me, but when he glances at the baby dragon at my feet, he sighs and shakes his head.
“Fine, little flower. We’ll help the dragon.”
I drop the glare, grinning up at him in triumph instead. “Yay! Thank you.” I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him, or, his crotch given the height difference, but that’s beside the point.
His hand smooths over my hair. “I’d probably do anything to see that smile,” he confesses though I don’t think he meant to say it out loud.
NINETEEN
Ogres don’t like food fights
DAISY
“I guess this is goodbye?” I blink back tears and stare at Edgar. He’s been pacing around all morning waiting for this moment, and I can’t help being in awe of Callum’s healing magic. How powerful do you have to be to heal damage to someone’s spine?
Prometheus weaves in and out of my legs, rubbing its blue-scaled body against me to soothe away the sadness. The baby dragon is trying to make me feel better. It makes it a little harder to hold in the tears. Between Edgar making an astonishing turn around, the night I had with Orcus, and my new dragon friend, I’m a bit overwhelmed. I swipe at my cheeks and give the old man a watery smile.
“You’re crying over a bastard like me?” Edgar waves away the thought. “You’re too good for the likes of me, Daisy.” His eyebrows draw down hard. “Don’t be sad on my behalf.”
“Shut it, old man. These are happy tears.” I swipe at my cheeks. “Can I give you a hug?”
His features soften and he opens his arms.
Prometheus chirps and bounces after a bug.Hungry.
“Stay close,” I tell the dragon as I move toward Edgar. Even though the magic healed his legs, I’m still gentle as I nestle into his hold and embrace him. “Do you think they’ll have cake waiting for you?”
Edgar’s laugh brushes over my hair. “I hope so, darling.”
My eyes mist again, but I force myself to step back and blink them away. “Well, make sure you visit me.”
“Where will you be?” he asks.
Here, I almost say, but then I realize that may not be true. If Callum can create a spell to help me travel home, I may never see Edgar again. My chest tightens at the thought of leaving him for good. He was only my roommate for a little over three months, but in that time, I grew rather fond of the prickly man. Edgar is probably why Orcus’ gruff attitude doesn’t faze me as much as it should.
