Chapter Sixteen

“Hang on, Larimar,” she told the winged beast who was her lover before he could roast the lying, sniveling loser’s hide.

His Wyvern hissed a warning, and Harold Jenkins whimpered. The miserable turd.

“Kim? Kimmy! Thank god you logged into your computer. It was the only way I could’ve found you,” her former boss muttered as he crawled around the beat-up car he’d been driving and attempted to go to her.

Of course, her thirty-thousand pound lizard boyfriend stepped in front of her, blocking his path. She had to admit, she kind of liked it when Larimar got all growly on her behalf. The beast was positively Magical.

She’d never seen a Dragon or Wyvern, except for artistic representations she came across in her work or from Carolina’s artwork. Larimar’s beast rumbled menacingly at Harold. How did she ever sit through a date with that man? He was as appealing to her as a bag of wet farts on a hot day.

“Kimmy, I am begging you call off your, um, monster.”