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“RAY!! Ray is in Boston. Not only that, but I just so happened to see their social media posts and they are apparently in the same hotel.”

Rowan widened his eyes. “You think they’re…”

“They are so together in Boston. They make such a cute couple!”

Rowan swallowed hard. “I don’t want my brother to break your best friend’s heart,” he said carefully. “Ruben doesn’t do…couples. Or romance. Or anything that resembles actual human contact besides the parts that need to touch to have sex.”

“They’ve been together since they met the night we mated,” Milo said. “I can’t prove it, but I can feel it in my bones. Must be a half dragon thing.”

“It really isn’t.”

Milo ignored him completely. “Besides, Ray can take care of himself. And also…Ruben legit can’t fuck my BFF over.”

“Can’t he?”

“Nope. Because then I’ll be sad. And then I’ll die.”

“That is still not how any of this works,” Rowan said.

“It might be.”

“It isn’t,” Rowan insisted.

“I still think we shouldn’t test it.” Milo flopped back down across Rowan’s lap. “Read to me!”

And Rowan gave him what he wanted.

30

Rowan

Three months later…

Rowan got his fingers under the lip of the terracotta pot and hefted it up, walking it from one side of the rooftop to the other.

He glanced up in the direction of the sun to contemplate his placement and blinked when something icy blue and lightning fast whipped past his vision.

The blur was hard to keep track of, but Rowan had an inbuilt radar for this particular specimen.

The sun’s rays glinted off the cerulean ombre scales, making the tips of his wings and tail appear crystalline as the dragon banked toward the building, doing a barrel roll to show off.

Rowan rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop his smile as he watched him. Well, until he attempted a somersault waaay too close to the building and came out the other end directly in front of the antenna that was sticking straight up.

He thwacked his pointed snout into it, then came crashing down the small distance to the gravel-covered rooftop in a heap.

Rowan dropped his pot and rushed over with his heart in his throat, landing on his knees next to him. “Milo?”

The tangled scales and claws began to shift back into the idiotic human form of the half dragon he loved. “Ow.”

“My shows better not be ruined, you little scamp!” Ethel called.

“A brilliant display!” Glenn clapped.

Rowan crossed his arms over his chest, unimpressed. “I need to call the instructor that passed you on your flying test.”

“I’m great at flying!” Milo’s eyes shifted from slits to round pupils. His nose was still red from the crash.

“You go too fast.”