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It doesn’t help much that the bust of the dress is barely there, my breasts threatening to spill out with every breath I take.
I blow a fuming breath in the air, wanting to head back to my bedroom but fearing being caught on my way there.
I feel foolish, to say the least. Ridiculous in this dress, which was a terrible idea. My only saving grace is that I’d worn sneakers under this fiasco. So I drag my feet into the lab, fling the silly gift on the table, and continue where I left off yesterday.
When I hear footsteps outside the door, I expect the twins to come tumbling in as usual. But when I hear a fragmented clearing of a throat, quiet instead, I look up toward the door.
Only to find Aragon standing there, visibly hypnotized as if he’d never seen a woman in a dress before.
I’ve seen those eyes before, that gaze. When I woke up, I found him watching me sleep. For a fleeting moment, I almost think that I’m imagining things and that he’s not really there, ogling me like the finest glass of whatever comes in my size.
“Aragon?” I ask, raising a brow, half-expecting him to disappear into thin air. Which he would if I was imagining him there. But I’m not. He’s still there, albeit rather pensive.
“I—er—” he clears his throat again. “Here’s breakfast.”
“Thanks,” I say, pointing at the table. Mentally, I’m rolling my eyes at the gesture, unable to accept that this is all I get after knowing he didn’t even want me there at breakfast. Sure, I don’t have anything else to do. But he didn’t have to be so blunt.
He sets the plate down and turns to leave just as I remember the gift I’d made last night. Scoffing under my breath, I pick the pendant up and call out to him.
When he turns, I toss the gift in the air. Nimbly, he catches it and stares at it for the longest time.
Good! I hope he feels like a real asshole for shunting me. Why else would I suffer through this dress? Going to unfathomable lengths to impress him?
I’m so stupid!
I turn back to work, using the bone as a distraction. I couldn’t care less if he’s still there or left. I’m praying for the latter—a prayer that goes unanswered when he calls my name.
“Yazmine?”
I turn back tentatively, grateful for the shield over my eyes, when I catch him pushing the pendant into his pocket. He stretches out his arm and throws me a rugged half-smile.
“I’m ready to give you blood now.”
“That’s not necessary,” I say, mentally rolling my eyes. “I’ll take samples from the twins.”
Does he think that offering to give me the sample now will make up for being a prick? Heck! I didn’t even get a “thank you”. Not that I was expecting one.
“I insist,” he remains adamant, lifting his chin pridefully and pushing his arm forward.
That’s when an idea pops into my mind, and I decide to do what the dragon shifter wants.
“Fine,” I fake-smile as I grab the tray from behind me and deliberately march over to him. I pull out a chair and use enough purposeful force on his shoulder to push him down. I grab his arm, but the moment my fingers connect with his heated flesh, I suddenly become aware of what I’m doing.
Not to mention that this is the first time I’ve touched him in human form. The electric pulses slicing through my fingertips travel to the base of my spine. Igniting a spark so deeply hidden, it takes a dragon shifter to unearth it.
I have to stay composed, I remind myself with a deep breath. When I find a suitable vein, I poke a needle through without being gentle. He barely flinches, and I know that my attempts to hurt him are useless.
Turns out, he isn’t afraid of needles.
“There. That’s all for now,” I say, gathering my equipment tray and heading to the table without thanking him. It’s not like he’s doing me a favor.
“Yazmine…”
Surprised that he’s still in the room, I’m relieved to find him close to the door.
“Yeah?” I go back to labeling the vial containing his blood.
“Are you—” He pauses for a moment. “Are you going to leave once you’ve done your research on the bone?”
