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Blinking, the battered walls of the plane came into view. He was lying across his equipment in the back of the plane.
His head pounded.
Definitely alive.
“Don’t move,” a husky feminine voice said.
What the fuck?
“You’re injured, just rest for now,” she commanded.
He glanced down the length of his body, thankful he hadn’t pissed himself. Then searched the small space for the source of the voice.
A face loomed into his view. Big dark eyes, wild fiery hair plastered to her face, and bare shoulders.
His gaze drifted down the bare shoulders and arms. And bare breasts.
He was dead. Definitely dead.
But the dull pain in his head and the discomfort through the rest of his body argued otherwise.
Delusional, then.
“Who are you?”
“Just a neighbor.” She smiled.
His breath caught.
His head swam as he started to black out again, “Beautiful…”
Chapter 3
What the hell was she doing?
Kymri really wasn’t sure what had prompted her to interfere with the little plane and its occupant.
But she had, and now she needed to deal with it.
From the platform, in her dragon form, she could see the island spread out before her, the coast in the far distance. Below her, citizens were cleaning up after the storm. Trees were toppled, thatch had blown from roofs of smaller cottages, and water pooled in places that were usually dry. Most of the structures were fine, and as a whole the island had fared well, with minimal damage.
Unlike the damage the plane had sustained. In her attempts to save it, she feared she’d nearly killed the pilot, wasting her efforts.
It had been a relief to find him still strapped to his seat and his wide chest moving with shallow breaths. She didn’t know what prompted her to move him, but despite her concern for his safety, she certainly noticed he was an attractive man. And bloody difficult to move within the confines of the battered plane, tall as he was.
At close proximity, his scent had filled her nose. A mixture of natural musk and whatever hygiene products he used, creating a scent uniquely his.
She prepared to go check on him; surely he’d be awake by now.
His head wound was a concern, but she was sure he would recover well enough.
She wondered if he’d remember her.
His body had radiated heat when she’d moved him; he had lean muscle beneath the warm skin, and soft hair.
She knew he would have resources on the tiny island at the tail end of Aeleftheria’s archipelago, because she often spent time there. The survivor would comfortably find what he needed. The grounded plane would be more complicated.
What was he doing out there alone in a storm?
