“How did yousleep?”
I cleared my throat. “Not long enough apparently. I still feel …unsettled.”
His serious face broke into a slight grin. “That’s all you. Your dragon’s not in heat anymore. I can smellit.”
Smell it?Oh. My. God. My eyes widened. I wanted to die. I set the cat down and she pranced over to Logan, rubbing up against hisleg.
“You met Mittens?” he asked as he petted the spot between her ears. I was grateful he had quickly changed the subject away from my ovaries. Great, he had a pet kitten that he adored. I had always liked the strong yet secretly sensitivetype.
“Yes,” I said, unsure how to ask the things I really wanted toask.
Logan looked up at me again and the heat flared a little within me. “So, let’s talk about how you know so much about dragons. How are you a dragon? How the hell am I adragon?”
I was trying to think of anything but the low throb in my gut when I looked athim.
He sighed, switching gears. “Let me shower really quick and I’ll meet you in the kitchen. This is going to be a longstory.”
The second he said kitchen, my stomach grumbled loud enough for both of us to hear. I hadn’t eatenin…
“How long have I beenasleep?”
“Three days. Your dragon can go a week without food or water, so she sustained your human body while you slept.” He picked up a bottle of water to chug thecontents.
Please put your damn shirt on, I wanted to say. The tattoos, the muscles, the freaking beard, it was all distracting me from the fact that we were both dragons and this was a serioussituation.
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen in five minutes,” I said, leaving the room. I still couldn’t believe what he’d said about my dragon not being in heat. There was something wrong with me when it came to him. I couldn’t control it and it terrifiedme.
The moment I got to the kitchen I decided I couldn’t wait five minutes. I was hungry. I opened the fridge, and on a plate was a huge meat sub sandwich with a note that said:For Sleeping Beauty.It was different handwriting than Nadine’s, and I was guessing this was from Logan. I smirked at the nickname and grabbed the sandwich with two hands, quickly unwrapping the cellophane and pounding it down before he even made it back to theroom.
I was just chugging my third glass of water when I sensed a stirring within me, and a heat from behind me. My dragon was slithering inside of me, pulling me, forcing me to turnaround.
I shifted slowly and saw that Logan was leaning in the entryway, his eyes thin slits as he watched me. He wore dark-wash denim jeans and a vintage tight t-shirt, and I could smell his wood essence fromhere.
He cleared his throat. “Did you find thesandwich?”
I nodded, motioning to the empty plate in the sink as he crossed the room over to the counter I was leaning on and pulled out abarstool.
“I will answer any questions you have to the best of my abilities, but first you need to answer a few ofmine.”
I shrugged. “Fairenough.”
He nodded. “First. What’s yourname?”
His question surprised me, it was so normal. I hadn’t realized until now that I had never told him myname.
“Sloane. SloaneMurphy.”
Something crossed his face, an emotion I couldn’t read, and then it was gone. He extended his left tattooed hand. “LoganSharp.”
I took his hand in mine and immediately the heat coiled in my belly, throbbing. Yanking my hand back, I played with the texture of my jeans to distractmyself.
Logan looked tense, muscles tight and features drawn. He looked … like he was inpain.
“Are you okay?” I asked tentatively. Maybe me pulling my hand back so abruptly offended him. I didn’t know what dragon shifter greeting protocolwas.
Inhaling, he took a deep breath and looked more relaxed. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Just usually more in control of mydragon.”
I nodded, because I understood. I had zero control overmine.
