refrigerator, she noticed that it was stocked with a fresh supply of blood. It was one of the perks in staying in a vampire-friendly hotel. But not a scrap of food.
“So just what the hell am I supposed to eat?” she asked into the fridge. “You promised me food.”
“I’ve already contacted room service,” Rebel said from directly behind her. Just great. Leigh knew without a doubt that he was checking her ass out, especially since she was leaning into the fridge with it up for all to see.
She spun around to face him. Yep, she had been right. She saw him lift his eyes. He had been staring. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he said. The corners of his mouth were twitching like he was fighting a smile.
“Don’t you need to sleep or something?” Leigh snapped. Dawn had approached and the sky was filling with brilliant sunlight.
“Sooner or later. But not yet. Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “Angel would like to see you in the sitting room.”
“Sure, whatever,” Leigh sighed. She snatched her hand away from Rebel. That man just took too many liberties, as far as she was concerned.
“I meant what I said,” Rebel told her as they walked. “I would never hurt you.”
“So what?”
“So maybe you could turn off the cold hearted bitch act for just a few minutes,” he said quietly. Leigh wanted to make a smart remark, to tell him that she was a cold hearted bitch and that it wasn’t an act. There were two reasons why she didn’t. One, they were in the sitting room by then and surrounded by his family. Two, he seemed to genuinely mean it. He seemed almost sad. It tugged at her heart.
And wasn’t that just fucking great? The last thing she needed was to feel anything for Stalker-boy. Even if it was pity. Or whatever. Feelings got in the way. Feelings caused problems. Nope, no room for any of that in her nomad lifestyle.
“Leigh,” Angel said as they took their seats. Leigh sat on the end of a cream colored leather couch and wouldn’t you know it, Stalker-boy felt the need to sit right beside her. Close enough so that their thighs touched. Since she was on the end, there was nowhere to go.
“Yes?” she answered Angel politely. It was so out of character for her that she almost laughed.
“Would you please tell us about yourself. About Mr. Keller?”
Leigh sighed a long, drawn out sigh. They had seen what she was. Merrick too. What harm was there in telling them the truth?
“I’m a dragon,” she said simply. Five pairs of eyes stared at her expectantly. She had known that explanation wouldn’t be enough, but hell, she had to try. “Merrick and I are the last two of our kind. Five centuries ago, there was a war between the Coni and the Magi . It lasted for a hundred years. By the time the war was done, Merrick and I were the last remaining.”
“What are the Coni and the Magi ?” Angel asked.
“ Coni are, or were, the dragons that don’t change their form. Non-shifters. Magi are dragons who can shift. That’s what I am. What Merrick is. He killed the last Coni over four hundred years ago.”
“How did you survive?” Rebel asked. His eyes were trained on her, soaking her in. Like he was trying to memorize her every feature.
“I was very young. I fought, but only to protect myself and my family. When my family was killed, I shifted into human form and went into hiding. I could see what was happening. The entire species killing itself off. I couldn’t allow it. I knew that if I survived, at least there would be one dragon.
“But Merrick also survived. He was considered a great warrior. And he was. Is. But personally, I didn’t care for his possessive attitude,” Leigh explained.
“So how did you come to be running from him? You don’t seem the type to run from anyone,” the one with the spiked hair asked. He was leaning back in his chair with his leg crossed over his knee. He was idly toying with one of his earrings. He seemed to have an attitude problem, and that
“So just what the hell am I supposed to eat?” she asked into the fridge. “You promised me food.”
“I’ve already contacted room service,” Rebel said from directly behind her. Just great. Leigh knew without a doubt that he was checking her ass out, especially since she was leaning into the fridge with it up for all to see.
She spun around to face him. Yep, she had been right. She saw him lift his eyes. He had been staring. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he said. The corners of his mouth were twitching like he was fighting a smile.
“Don’t you need to sleep or something?” Leigh snapped. Dawn had approached and the sky was filling with brilliant sunlight.
“Sooner or later. But not yet. Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “Angel would like to see you in the sitting room.”
“Sure, whatever,” Leigh sighed. She snatched her hand away from Rebel. That man just took too many liberties, as far as she was concerned.
“I meant what I said,” Rebel told her as they walked. “I would never hurt you.”
“So what?”
“So maybe you could turn off the cold hearted bitch act for just a few minutes,” he said quietly. Leigh wanted to make a smart remark, to tell him that she was a cold hearted bitch and that it wasn’t an act. There were two reasons why she didn’t. One, they were in the sitting room by then and surrounded by his family. Two, he seemed to genuinely mean it. He seemed almost sad. It tugged at her heart.
And wasn’t that just fucking great? The last thing she needed was to feel anything for Stalker-boy. Even if it was pity. Or whatever. Feelings got in the way. Feelings caused problems. Nope, no room for any of that in her nomad lifestyle.
“Leigh,” Angel said as they took their seats. Leigh sat on the end of a cream colored leather couch and wouldn’t you know it, Stalker-boy felt the need to sit right beside her. Close enough so that their thighs touched. Since she was on the end, there was nowhere to go.
“Yes?” she answered Angel politely. It was so out of character for her that she almost laughed.
“Would you please tell us about yourself. About Mr. Keller?”
Leigh sighed a long, drawn out sigh. They had seen what she was. Merrick too. What harm was there in telling them the truth?
“I’m a dragon,” she said simply. Five pairs of eyes stared at her expectantly. She had known that explanation wouldn’t be enough, but hell, she had to try. “Merrick and I are the last two of our kind. Five centuries ago, there was a war between the Coni and the Magi . It lasted for a hundred years. By the time the war was done, Merrick and I were the last remaining.”
“What are the Coni and the Magi ?” Angel asked.
“ Coni are, or were, the dragons that don’t change their form. Non-shifters. Magi are dragons who can shift. That’s what I am. What Merrick is. He killed the last Coni over four hundred years ago.”
“How did you survive?” Rebel asked. His eyes were trained on her, soaking her in. Like he was trying to memorize her every feature.
“I was very young. I fought, but only to protect myself and my family. When my family was killed, I shifted into human form and went into hiding. I could see what was happening. The entire species killing itself off. I couldn’t allow it. I knew that if I survived, at least there would be one dragon.
“But Merrick also survived. He was considered a great warrior. And he was. Is. But personally, I didn’t care for his possessive attitude,” Leigh explained.
“So how did you come to be running from him? You don’t seem the type to run from anyone,” the one with the spiked hair asked. He was leaning back in his chair with his leg crossed over his knee. He was idly toying with one of his earrings. He seemed to have an attitude problem, and that
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