Page 31 of His Prince

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Page 31 of His Prince

“You’ve calculated scenarios for my love life?” I ask with a laugh.

He looks embarrassed. “Not exactly. I had passing thoughts about it.”

“Passing thoughts,” I repeat, followed by a giggle. “You’re just being overprotective and we both know it. You don’t like Zane and Evander.”

“I’m not sure I’d say I don’t like them. Evander has his uses. His brute strength is certainly a bonus when we’re dealing with enemy dragons, along with his power and connections.Zane is knowledgeable about dragons and willing to share that knowledge. He’s also less emotional than Evander and Aydan, which I feel our little group needs a bit more of. It’s just that… I don’t know. I think I’d prefer to see them as part of our group than–”

“My lovers?” I offer.

He nods.

We reach the edge of the cliff, and he sets his tray down, then takes the blanket over his arm and spreads it out. Our trays hit the blanket, and then we’re snuggled up next to each other, his comforting smell washing over me. Something eases in my chest, and I take a deep breath, feeling like I can breathe easily for the first time since the guys left.

“Just think,” I say. “Aydan is coming around to them, which meansyou’llprobably come around to them too.”

He shrugs and reaches for his sandwich. “Maybe it’s a dragon thing, like you’ve said before, but I don’t know if I can wrap my head around you with three different guys, two of whom you barely know.”

“It’s definitely a dragon thing,” I tell him gently. “It’s like we’re a totally different species, and this species naturally shares one woman between multiple men. Even since just knowing Zane, I feel more complete. Like this is how it was always meant to be.”

“And soon we’ll be trying to find the storm dragon to add him to our little group,” Granger says quietly.

“I guess,” I say, my thoughts working. “Although I’m trying to picture anyone I could feel as connected to as all of you.”

“Me?” he asks, lifting a brow.

I lean over and kiss his cheek. “Yes, you. You’re my family. Dragon or not, you’re just as much a part of this little group as those three. The only difference is that you’re not trying to get in my pants.”

His face is bright red. “Good to know. Still, I’m nervous this storm dragon isn’t going to want me around. I’m picturing some giant biker dude, or maybe a bodybuilder, some guy with more testosterone than brains. And a guy like that isn’t going to want a guy like me just hanging around. Those types don’t see a use for brainiacs.”

“Biker dude or bodybuilder, no one is pushing you out of my life, so don’t worry about it. You’re family. You’re here to stay.”

I grab one of his arms and wrap it around my shoulders. He sets down his sandwich and snuggles closer. His other hand drops and falls on my thigh, and my skin warms under his touch. He seems to notice a minute later and draws his hand back, but the warmth of his touch lingers.

“Sam…”

I don’t know what it is in his tone, but I spring up and take a couple steps back, followed by an uncomfortable laugh. “The view from here is incredible, isn’t it?”

Glancing out over the water, I watch the waves roll onto the beach and the white peaks swell.Wherever I live in the future, I hope I have a view like this.

Granger returns to eating his sandwich, and I feel like I’ve done something wrong. Said something wrong. There’s this nervous energy underneath my skin that I don’t understand, and I can’t seem to get under control.

“Where do you think they are right now?”

He looks up at me, and his dark eyes seem to go on forever. “They should’ve reached the other dragons by now, so they’re probably fighting. The last satellite images of them showed both the brown dragon and the salmon dragon burning down a couple of buildings.”

“But not the green dragon?” I ask, puzzled. “Isn’t he their leader?”

Granger frowns. “Maybe Balor makes them do most of the work.”

“Maybe,” I say, feeling uneasy. “How about we head inside for lunch?”

“Sam,” he says, his tone serious. “You can’t be thinking…”

Alarms start ringing and the air control missiles fire, exploding into the air around us. The noise is so sudden and so intense that for a second I feel overwhelmed, like I can’t breathe. Like I’m in the middle of a warzone.

But then realization comes slamming into me, along with a sense of terror, I turn to Granger and scream, “Run!”

“You run!” he shouts, as he springs to his feet.


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