Quinn
The bedside dug into my ass, and I thought for the millionth time, we needed some bigger beds in the infirmary. Avery informed me the beds weren’t made for alphas and lunas together and we should be in separate beds. But I’d take some metal digging in my butt over being away from Irina.
I felt surprising well for having been impaled by a dragon. Apparently Yiannis’s spike hadn’t held poison. I guess should be thankful for small mercies. I’d healed fast laid next to Irina. I decided I really didn’t like dragons much. ‘I wasn’t trying to impale you.’ Yeah, thanks. That sounded a lot like sorry-not-sorry!
“You like our mate’s dragon,” my wolf reminded me.
He was curled up in my mind, happy to be close to our mate. His muzzled rested on top of his scaled paw.
I thought of Irina's
