Page 7 of Must Love Dragons
He was alive?
His eyes opened as she dropped to her knees next to him and they were bright gold with elongated pupils like a reptile.
He inhaled deeply, then bared sharp teeth with a low hiss in his throat.
“Back away, witch.”
Excuse me?
“Okay, calm down, dragon boy,” she said.“You fell from the sky onto the property of my business.And you’re badly injured.Holy shit, how are you even breathing?”
One side of his body was marred with deep bruises and what could only be described as scorch marks.He had a satchel across his body, and he was… oh yeah, naked as a jaybird.
Wait, were jaybirds naked?
Focus!
Taking off her jacket, she laid it over his hips to cover hisholy crap on a crackerand reached a tentative hand toward him.He growled and batted her hand away.
She sucked in a sharp breath as their hands connected for the briefest moment.
He was her truemate.
Nysa sniffed at him, her whiskers twitching, then gave Kinsley a long, quiet look.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.She wanted to touch him, to make sure that what she’d felt was real, but he was giving her all kinds of glares, and even though he was possibly the sexiest guy she’d ever seen in her life, she didn’t want to hurt him when he was already stressed and clearly disoriented.
He tried to push himself up, gritting his teeth but gasped as his wounds seemed to get worse.
“Hey, careful,” she said.“You’re really hurt.And I don’t know how you’re conscious.”
“What did you do to me, witch?”
“Excuse me?I just met you.You fell out of the sky.I didn’t do anything but come here to see if you were alive or not.”
What the hell was his problem?
“You did this.You’re in league with the ones who took my uncle.”
“I didn’t do a damn thing to you.”She rose to her feet and stared down at him, annoyed that his jaw was chiseled in that movie star kind of way and that he had the most kissable lips of any guy she’d ever seen.“If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.I’m just making sure you don’t go skipping off into the eternal sunset.”
His skin shone with scales that rippled and disappeared, and she realized he was trying to shift.He groaned and fell back.
“Look, I don’t know what happened to you, but you’re too injured to shift and heal yourself, which means you need my help.Whether you like it or not, you don’t have many options right now.I could leave you here to rot or I could help you.”She gave him a glare of her own.Why didn’t he like her?What did he have against magic users?
She put her hands on her hips and looked around, tilting her head up to look through the canopy of trees he’d crashed through.Her gaze caught Galahad, and he stretched his wings wide and hooted loudly before taking off and flying back into the building.
“Babe?”Delaney called from inside the building.
“I need a hand,” Kinsley shouted.“And a blanket.”
“Brody can’t come out yet, the sun hasn’t set.Is it okay if it’s just me?”
“It has to be,” she said.She could feel something bad coming.The strange restless feeling she’d had earlier was gone, and she wondered if it was because of this male.But that feeling had changed into something else.
A foreboding.
There was magic on him, and his wounds seemed to be getting worse.
