“What is taking her so long?” Joran gobbled another glass of whiskey and placed the glass back on the bar table. Bjorn stood still next to him while Nikki was adjusting his tie.
“She is probably doing her makeup,” Nikki mumbled apologetically, and he poured himself another glass.
“That’s your fourth,” Bjorn pointed out flatly.
“Your point?” The dragon still wasn’t in the mood after last night, having to spend the night on the sofa. Never in his life had he ever been this humiliated, but he knew his limits with Astrea now that she had met his brother and Vidar, who was still technically her mate. Thanks to their history, he was the one she was not drawn to. He had no advantages over those two other than her word that bound them. So, he had to play nice.
“My point is that if you didn’t g
