Page 51 of The Dragon 2

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He blinked and then more shock covered that handsome face. “You smell Korin?”

“I do.”

His pupils flared. The temperature between them rose like breath against glass. “Hmmm. Do you not like the smell? Or. . .do you like it too much?"

Sol blushed. "Tell me why you smell like him."

"I am something that you would not understand."

"What is that?"

"Your questions. They are not good ones. Therefore, I am not triggered to be honest." He inched forward.

She stepped back.

He smiled, and her heart skipped.

A smile like that was not safe. It was sin with full lips.

He spoke. "You see, the type of. . .being I am. . .well, I cannot lie. I must answer you truthfully."

"How do I know that?"

"I cannot lie."

She studied him.

What sort of being cannot lie? And even more important. . .why is he telling me that?

Her mind spun.

Then she thought of something.

Test him.

She swallowed. "Were you following me tonight?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Why?"

He smiled faintly. "Not a good question."

It must be yes or no questions that force him to be honest.

She let out a long breath and steadied herself. "Did you plan to kill me?"

"No."

"Did you want to. . .take me?"

He clenched his jaw, clearly not wanting to answer, but forced to do so anyway. "Yes."

She flinched. "Why?"

He exhaled like a man just freed from a snare. "Finally. A question I can dodge."

"Are you going to take me back to Korin?"

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