AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Aragon is once again in front of me, his brows worrying as he stares into my face.
“What happened, Yazmine? Are you okay?”
I squeeze my eyelids tightly shut, taking a moment before opening them again. Am I dreaming? Am I hallucinating?
Or is Aragon actually being nice to me?
“I’m fine,” I mutter, deciding it’s all in my head. There’s no way the grumpy dragon shifter actually cares about me, almost choking to death.
He doesn’t care about anything other than himself.
I groan inwardly when I realize I’ve left my pajamas by the wardrobe in my haste to get to the nightstand. I turn toward the wardrobe, when the white cotton set is placed in front of me.
“You dropped them on the floor,” Aragon reveals, one corner of his mouth lifting into a smile.
“Thanks,” I say as I grab the pajamas from his outstretched hand. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Aragon shakes his head. “Not until you acknowledge what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Tilting my head to one side, I frown. “What have you been trying to tell me, Aragon?”
“Thank you, Yazmine,” he sighs, averting his eyes sheepishly. “Thank you for finding my grandfather’s remains.”
“It’s nothing,” I shrug nonchalantly. “I got what I wanted out of it too. So we’re even.”
I’m about to turn toward the bed to dress for the night, when my wrist is caught in a vice-grip.
“What the hell?!” I exclaim, but Aragon yanks me until he has my arm twisted behind me, pulling me flush to him.
“I should be asking you that, Yazmine,” he grates bitterly. “You’re being awfully cold toward me, and I don’t understand why.”
“Why?” I chuckle sardonically as I wrestle against his firm grip. “Let me go!”
To my surprise, Aragon releases me instantly. I uncoil my arm and wring my wrist where he’d gripped me. Not because it was painful, but because the trace of his touch lingers like electric awareness.
“Now tell me why you’re being so indifferent toward me,” he insists.
“You’re the cold one, Aragon,” I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief. “One moment you’re hot, the next you’re cold. It’s too confusing. I don’t wanna deal with it.”
He raises a brow, taking a menacing step closer. “Is that why you’re ignoring what happened between us?”
“Nothing happened between us,” I argue.
Aragon takes a deep, haggard breath. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” I challenge, staring deeply into his eyes with as much ferocity as I can muster, blatantly ignoring the spark of awareness that shoots through me. “I mean it. It’s not like I would have chosen any of this for myself.”
My words seem to become daggers in Aragon’s back as he gasps. He gulps hard, staring at me while his eyes soften.
“What would you have chosen, Yazmine?” he asks gently.
The tenderness in his voice takes me by surprise, tugging my brows into a frown. Suddenly, it’s almost as if the tense air has become lighter, and I don’t feel the need to keep my defenses up.
“It—it doesn’t matter…” I murmured, tearing my gaze away. That’s when he places both hands on each of my shoulders, forcing me to look up without using brute force.
He’s actually being quite gentle—a stark contrast to what I’ve come to see. Except for that one night when he started the fire in the study and laid down a blanket for us to sleep on—but it was only for the sake of using my body.
Right?
