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He didn’t reject you. He’ll fix your heart. Let him in.
Not gonna happen.
“A prince of fire, and now THE prince of water?” a woman’s voice exclaimed, pulling me out of my head.
I turned. Dressed in a yellow baby doll dress, the speaker had pinned her bleach-blonde curls into an artful updo and held a martini in her delicate fingers. I recognized her from The Hunt. She’d been one of the trio who walked off the starting line.
“Hey,” another woman spoke up. “They chased her for an entire day. What did you do, Eve?”
The second speaker moved through our little group to stand by my side. Shorter than the average woman here, her curly red hair bounced as she walked. A lovely red dress hid most of her curves while swirling around her in artful waves.
“I didn’t just hide in a bush a mile down the road, like you,” Eve said, tossing back some of her martini.
The red head bit her lips together and furrowed her eyebrows.
I tried to come to her defense but only squeaked. This was getting old. It sounded like Rehan and Tyson were princes. Something neither of them mentioned to me and would only make my situation that much more complicated.
Heat brushed my shoulder. I side-eyed the redhead, who was almost a foot and a half shorter than me, swearing the sensation came off her. But the dragons ‘checked’ their brides-to-be for magic, so it couldn’t have been.
“And look where hiding got you,” Eve said, flipping her hair.
The redhead's eyes widened, and rage blazed across her face. Before this went any further, I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the tiki bar. Wine. This was a party, and some social lubrication never hurt anyone.
The glow of a phone screen distracted me. I stopped walking to pluck the device from its owners’ hands. I needed to communicate.
“Hey,” the shifter said, his shimmering brown shirt catching the light as he turned.
So far, the majority of dragon shifters I’d seen looked to be European in heritage, which made sense. They shifted into massive, chunky medieval dragons. Though they were tan from living in the tropics, their skin was mostly pale, and their hair color matched their element. To see a half-Asian, half-something-much-darker dotting the sea of white surprised me. With his slightly curly, cropped black hair, I had no idea what his element was. Though the brown shirt made me guess earth.
He looked exotic among his kind, though you’d never think it from his slightly hunched posture and open smile.
Does he still shift into a medieval dragon?
Thank god you can’t talk. That’s not woke.
I raised an eyebrow and gave him a toothy grin, holding the device just out of his reach. This was probably not going to go well. To my surprise, he rocked back on his heels and stuck his hands in his pockets, matching my grin with his own. A gleam flashed in his dark green eyes. He flicked a forked tongue out between his teeth. I couldn’t shake the feeling he tasted me.
Creepy or hot?
Still deciding.
“I see you have something of mine,” he said easily.
My heart fluttered.
Really, again?
All these dudes look like underwear models, enjoy the view.
I’m talking about the woman when I first woke up before the terror set in. My view was blankets, but it was still the same fucking flutter. She also smelled me, I’m sure of it.
Hmm, good point.
I leaned forward and scanned the bronze dragon shifter from head to toe. He stood a few inches taller than me. Though he wasobviously fit, he wasn’t quite as jacked as Rehan or Tyson. Dark runes covered his skin, flowing with his defined corded muscles.
Runes!
I sucked in a breath—runes, which connected him to the Ley Lines. My gaze snapped up to his face.
