Magic and Mayhem: How To Date A Dragon (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Baba Yaga Saga Book 2) by Donna McDonald

understand males at all.”
    “Who does?” Cindi demanded, laughing at her own question.
    A shrill whistle split the air. “Incoming. Run!” someone yelled.
    Carol felt the darkness looming over her head. Her first thought was to make sure Cindi and Melanie were well away. She lifted her hands, called to the wind, and away the younger girls flew with it. Before she could raise her gaze to see what was falling from the sky, she was body tackled from the side and a large male body landed on top of hers.
    Something wooden fell and exploded where she’d stood moments ago. Something else wooden was now pressed against her thigh. Carol looked up into the face of her Elven tormentor. His mouth pressed down on hers before she could stop him. Colors danced behind her eyelids. His lips moving across hers made her tingle and made him… oh Goddess.
    “That better be your wand poking me,” Carol hissed as she pushed Iren away.
    Iren laughed and lifted far enough off her to look down into her face. “It’s magical alright. I wish you’d let me show you sometime. I’m going crazy thinking about being with you.”
    Panicked by his confession so soon after his sister had ratted him out, Carol shoved with all her strength and the smirking elf was suddenly on his feet staring down at her.
    Fighting not to look at Iren’s crotch to see if it was as big as it had felt pressed against her, Carol turned her head and looked up into sexy Thane’s glaring gaze. He reached a hand down to her. She stared at it for a few seconds then let him pull her to her feet. She glanced at Iren who lifted one eyebrow until it was nearly as high as his pointed ear.
    Frowning, Thane yanked Carol to the side and lifted his chin in the direction of the now shattered shed. “Somebody’s getting ready to fail pre-alchemy.”
    Carol snorted as she swiped at the front of her jeans. “As most of us do. It might help if Professor Gold was less than a thousand years old. We don’t even know if he’s teaching it right anymore.”
    “Professor Gold is a dragon. He is not a thousand years old yet. He’s only seven hundred and eighty-five. I’m sure there is nothing wrong with his teaching.”
    Carol stared at him for a couple moments. Screw it. She wasn’t cow towing to a moody dragon. “Tell me something, dragon boy. Is that pissy mood of yours about what I said or what happened after the dance the other night?”
    “What? What happened after the dance?” Iren demanded, stepping closer to Carol.
    “None of your business,” Thane answered. “Get lost, elf. This is no concern of yours.”
    “I’m making it my concern,” Iren replied. His gaze went back to Carol. “What happened after the dance, Carol?”
    Carol raised her hand to scratch her scalp, or pull her hair, or smack herself to see if she was really awake.
    Did she really have two males fighting over her? Maybe it was pheromones. Carol lifted her armpit and took a whiff. Nope. She smelled sweaty like she always did after fighting. Must be something else.
    She patted her body to see if Hildy had stuck some kind of attraction charm on her somewhere. Her startled gaze took in the two pissy males now glaring as they watched her.
    “What?” she demanded. Then she remembered Iren’s question. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Iren. Thane and Hildy had a magical disagreement. I got to referee.”
    Iren snorted and crossed his arms. Next to muscled dragon boy the lean elf looked like a child. Only Iren wasn’t acting like a boy. He was acting like he had some kind of claim to her, which he didn’t. A game of grab ass did not make a relationship in any girl’s book. Still… she was supposed to be the keeper of the peace. Wasn’t she?
    Carol put her hand on Iren’s arm. Her palm tingled against his skin, just like her lips had tingled under his. And there was more muscle on him than she’d thought. His silver green gaze came immediately to hers. Something fluttered inside her at the direct