Chapter 39: Storm Bringer

Edric wrapped the thick towel around his waist and ran his fingers through his hair. It was longer than normal. The wet, auburn locks looked almost brown and grazed his neck as he took in his reflection. Not quite as dark as the long, curly hair of that woman. The one who'd invaded his mind since he'd laid eyes on her.

His cheeks flamed red at the thought of the spectacle he'd made of himself. He'd been so out of control, he even missed dinner! Of course, now he was paying the price. His stomach rumbled loudly in the quiet room, he needed food. Now.

A hungry, not to mention sexually frustrated, Dragon was no good for anyone. He threw on a pair of sweatpants and headed downstairs. At least he could fill his stomach, if not his bed. Or his heart. Haven't you already paid the price for believing in love?