Page 30 of To Match A Dragon's Fire

I’d been drawn to check it out—if only to make sure she didn’t get hurt on my land and start some kind of frivolous human lawsuit.

Not that it’d matter much.

Their government didn’t like the idea of the general population knowing certain things. The people who tried to raise public awareness of supernatural sightings had a way of disappearing.

Still, it would be a headache.

Another to add to the one she was causing now. My beast was splitting our brain in two, trying to force the shift so he could go outside to be near the woman, despite the fact that she’d probably run for the hills if she saw a dragon walking up to her.

Maybe that would be for the best.

No, you go and give her a hand.

I massaged my temples, wondering what had happened in just a single day.

For centuries, my dragon and I had been on the same page, and now we were at war because of some hot-headed human woman.

The sound of Fredrick’s wheelchair was a welcome relief from my thoughts.

“This is your fault.” I glared at my uncle as he pushed open the door to my office.

The old dragon chuckled, wheezing as he did. He and his cousin, Bemouth, were about the same age, but Fred didn’t have a mate to keep him as active and out of other people’s businesses.

I poured a glass of water and waited for him to finish it before scowling at him again.

“I’m not saying it’s going to fix our problems,” Fredrick said as he caught his breath. “But if I was in my prime and fate put a woman that looked half as good in my path, I’d welcome the distraction.”

My chest started to rumble as my beast reacted aggressively. I poured another glass of water for myself to try and temper his reaction.

Once he was settled, I took a seat at my desk with the piles of scrolls and books opened across it.

“The end is coming and you want me distracted,” I said, knowing there wasn’t anything left to do anyway.

Fredrick waved me off as he wheeled himself to the window. “Oh, hogwash. There’s a new doomsday every few centuries. We’ll survive it like we always do. One way or another.”

“And you were alive for the last Pangea event?” I asked. There was a reason many of the old species hadn’t survived the last major Earth shift.

“Was that an ageism joke?” Fred arched a gray eyebrow. “Watch it or I’ll tell the ladies on you.”

I smiled, thinking of the commotion that would cause downstairs. “All I’m saying is that this isn’t the time to form new connections.”

Not when I wasn’t sure I could keep what I had safe. Or if any of us could, for that matter.

“Let Bemouth work on those.” Fred motioned to the scrolls on my desk as he pulled back the heavy curtain. “And I’m not saying you have to fall for the woman, but we all could use a distraction from time to time.”

“She’s human. Fragile,” I said.

Lies,my dragon hissed.

“Seems to me like she can handle herself.” Fred had his face pressed to the glass like a nosy neighbor.

I realized too late why he’d come up here. The vantage point was better. My office window stared right into her yard.

“I’m assuming everyone else is interested in this situation too.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, pushing out my dragon senses to check the rest ofthe flock. The silence that greeted me was a solid answer.

My uncle shrugged. “You know how things go. It’s been a while since we had any action around here.”

“Is the end of the world not exciting enough for you?” I huffed.

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