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I wrinkled my nose at that, but I’d make anything work for her. My stomach growled, and I brightened. An idea of how to start our day got me going.
CHAPTER NINE
JAIYANA
Iwoke to one of the best smells in the world: bacon. My stomach growled and twisted painfully. I pressed my hand against it. Even that slight motion sent a ripple of discomfort over my sore muscles and bruised body.
Calling on my magic, I banished the pain. Only everything still hurt.
‘Fuck.’ I squeaked before punching the amazing black silk pillow I’d slept on.
Yesterday hadn’t been a dream.
You’re on an adventure, Harry.
That’s not the quote.
I flicked my fingers, remembering the feel of the Ley Line.
Had it actually called to me? Or had someone set me up? I racked my brain for who still had the power and motivation to trap me like this, but I came up empty.
Since the rise of technology, I’d lost track of most of my friends. If I was being honest, I spent the last fifty years, maybe more, just going through the motions. Depression was real. I hadn’t spent my days crying or being self-destructive. I justexisted. Momentary joys never stuck around. Time passed both too slowly and too fast in a fog of nothing.
I wasn’t happy. On some level I knew, but it took this fucking mess for me to truly understand how bad I felt.
Admitting your problem is always the first step.
You’re my problem!
Isn’t everyone's worst problem themselves?
My stomach growled and twisted again. I forced my sore body to a seated position, careful not to disturb the bandages around my injuries.
Movement through the open door caught my eye. Tyson grinned before turning and disappearing. My last memory was of him running from me. I didn’t understand what his expression this morning meant.
The sound of pots banging and chopping made my stomach grumble.
Maybe you’re not the reason he ran.
I lifted the unfamiliar black tee with a Celtic pattern on the front and sniffed.
It smells like man, with a hint of scotch.
Probably his! He didn’t run from you, see.
Maybe – but it would have been better if he had.
I wrinkled my nose.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making up the entire right wall. A pile of rubble sat on the massive balcony on the other side of it. My new friend had a temper.
I rubbed one of my bare legs. I needed some bottoms if I was leaving this bed.
Dragons loved to hoard physical objects, and Tyson walked in his scaly ancestor's footsteps. A crazy walk-in closet filled with mirrors, drawers, and racks of hanging gem and gold fabrics transported me to a different world. Although I spent a dizzyingmoment lost, I managed to find a pair of gold boxers. After rolling down the waist enough times that they would mostly stay on, I navigated back to the bedroom.
The sounds of cooking still came through the cracked door. I tapped my fingers on my knee. Dragons were emotionally volatile, fiercely possessive, and extremely territorial. For better or for worse, they were highly intelligent and loyal to a fault.
Based on Tyson’s actions last night and his closet, it was safe to assume dragon shifters shared a lot of those traits.
