Page 65 of Draven
I made my way to the kitchen, careful not to wake the still-sleeping Doyle. I surveyed the ingredients in the kitchen and a sense of relief washed over me.
Finding the pancake mix, bacon, and eggs meant I could whip up a decent breakfast without having to step out.
I glanced back at the closed bedroom door, reassured by the thought of Draven and Doyle still asleep.
Even though the chances of Belladonna tracking them here were slim, I wasn't about to take any risks by heading out to the grocery
I set about preparing breakfast, humming under my breath. It was a beautiful and peaceful morning and all was right with the world.
As I cracked eggs into a bowl and mixed the pancake batter, my mind drifted to Draven.
I touched his mark on my neck again and laughed, finding comfort in the reassurance that last night had truly happened and we were indeed mates.
As I finished flipping the last pancake, a rumble outside shattered the peaceful morning. An unfamiliar car's engine.
Not what I needed right now. I turned off the stove, a knot of tension forming in my stomach. Who could it be?
If it was Tom, it'd be a relief. But if it was Bruce... or worse, his lackeys, I'd have some explaining to do.
How do you explain two sleeping dragons in your tiny trailer?
I glanced back at Draven and Doyle, still lost in slumber, oblivious to the intrusion.
With a deep breath, I turned off the stove and decided to see who my visitor was. I stepped out of the trailer.
"Tom, if it's you checking on me again—" I warned, but my words trailed off as I realized it wasn't Tom, Bruce, or any of the leopard shifters.
Instead, a tall, dark-haired, muscular man emerged from a black, nondescript Toyota that had seen better days.
His presence caused me to freeze in place as he offered me a smile. Every inch of him exuded a predatory aura, though he kept it tightly controlled.
On any other day, I might have mistaken him for human, but recent experiences with dragon shifters had sharpened my senses.
Swallowing hard, I watched as he approached.
"Stand your ground," my wolf whispered, and I followed its advice, even though I couldn't help but feel a slight tremor of fear.
"You must be Draven's little wolf," he said, extending a hand.
I couldn't miss the way his gaze lingered on Draven's mate mark on my neck with undisguised interest.
"I have a name," I blurted out without thinking. "It's Tobias."
"Of course, my apologies. I'm—" he began.
"You must be Zane," I interrupted.
He blinked in surprise, but quickly recovered. Was it my imagination, or did I catch a hint of approval in his dark-green eyes?
"That's right. I would love to trade more pleasantries in better circumstances, but I'm here to check on Doyle,” Zane said.
"Of course, please come in," I said, stepping aside to let him enter the trailer.
To my surprise, Zane didn't take another step.
"Is... something wrong?" I asked, feeling a hint of unease.
"I'm sure your home is lovely, but three of my kind in such a tiny space is a recipe for disaster. Especially right now when mytemper is running hot," Zane confessed, though he didn't look or sound angry.