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“Yazmine? How do you know her?” The man’s nostrils flare as he goes ahead and reaches for his phone.
“I’m her boyfriend.”
The man freezes, his eyes narrowing at me. “You—you’re her b-boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” I nod eagerly. “I know… She probably didn’t mention me ‘cause you know how she is…” I smirk. “She’s so determined to work all the time. She probably forgot to mention me.”
Behind my back, I cross my fingers, hoping that my lie works with this man. He still stares at me speculatively, seemingly unconvinced.
“Why hasn’t she been returning my calls?” he asks.
“About that…” I clear my throat. “She’d been involved in a car accident two days ago.”
The man gasps, eyes growing wide with horror. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah,” I assure him. “She’s just been… resting at my place. Her phone was destroyed in the wreck.”
“Jesus Christ…” the man mumbles. “Well, please tell her to contact me urgently.” He points at the empty table. “The dragon bone we’d been studying is missing.”
“Drag—” Oh, shit! This man is also aware of the existence of dragons. “Ah, yes. The dragon bone,” I chuckle as I lift the case. “ It isn’t missing. It’s with her. That’s why I’m here to pick up all her gear. She’s a workaholic, you know.” Another nervous titter. “She wants to continue her research ‘cause now she has reason to believe that it’s not a dragon.”
“Really? I was so convinced it was. Even she—”
“No way!” I interject in a dismissive way, blowing a breath through puckered lips. “There’s no such thing as dragons. It can’t be proved.”:
The man sighs, shoulders slouching as he nods. “I know. It’s a crazy idea. But then she needs to figure out what it belongs to before the PRPA asks questions.”
I’m unsure what the abbreviation stands for, but I’m not about to ask. I’ve managed to get the man off my back. Now I just need Yazmine to confirm the things I told him.
“Oh, she will. As soon as she gets her things,” I smile.
The man nods as he looks at all the stuff I have packed under my arms. “You’re gonna need the chemical kit,” he says as he turns around, gathering a bunch of vials and a metal case.
Relief washes over me as the man becomes friendly and even gives me his name. I don’t care about the pleasantries. Just doing more damage control again, but that seems to be the trajectory of my life lately.
Finally, when he’s done giving me all the relevant equipment, I pretend to be leaving using the lift. But it’s only to take me outside, where I have enough space to shift into dragon form and head back home.
Chapter 10 - Yazmine
The throbbing headache increases in intensity, forcing me to press a finger to my temples again.
What an asshole! I grunt as I throw myself onto the bed and wallow in my sorrows. That’s one thing Lily had been right about. The dragon is just a grumpy asshole.
A grumpy dragon who demands I give him everything he wants with nothing in return.
“Hah!” I grouch, hearing my tummy growling with hunger again. Placing a hand on my belly, I frown because I’d just had breakfast not too long ago.
I glance at the door, expecting someone to walk through it with something to eat. Though my appetite can hardly be due to food cravings, that must be the case. Of course, no one comes through the door, and I realize I haven’t taken a shower or changed out of my pajamas since I arrived.
Reluctantly getting to my feet, I casually stroll around the room. With its blush pink walls and silver and gray furnishings, it appears to be unused for the most part. I arrive at that conclusion when I open the wardrobe doors and find it empty.
The only thing that isn’t empty is the bookshelf, stacked with ancient books about Greek Mythology and theory. Nothing like the things I often read on my Kindle—making me miss the silly device
That’s where I devoured romance books for the sake of my sanity. My real life was never as interesting as that. Truthfully, I’d been too busy with my career to care about real-life romance apart from those few stolen moments I permitted myself before going to bed.
It was always simpler keeping romantic relationships simply for my imagination. Bound by my work and the need to follow in my parents’ footsteps, I never had the time to engage in personal relationships.
That’s why, at the ripe age of twenty-eight, I’ve never even kissed a man. Stopping in front of the full-length mirror across the bed, I sigh as I take a look at my reflection.
