KEON.
I fight a laugh staring at the look on her face, I doubt that would be very welcome, but it wasn’t my fault she had such an expressive face sometimes.
After the wake-up call, from Khalil last night, I had decided to make my intentions known, despite the fact that she could have multiple mates.
Seeing her seemed to have calmed down my dragon because he was less grumbly and more rumbly if you get my gist. After her escapades with the boy in the amphitheatre, he had been on a warpath only calming down after hours of sparring with Rhys and Khalil, and the assurance that he could still have a chance with his mate.
Mate.
I was still reeling over the fact that I got one.
I lived a secluded life, because of the disdain my dragon had for everyone bar my brothers and music, especially the females. It had turned me into a surly fuck and had been the root of all the ridiculous rumours surrounding me.