Chapter Ten

Chills ran through him that had nothing to do with the temperature as he stood gazing down at Jozette’s beloved face. Castor had never seen anything more beautiful than her. Everything about her radiated warmth and light from her hair that was a glorious deep mahogany with chestnut highlights, to her big brown eyes, small pert lips, and stubborn little chin.

She stole his breath every time he looked at her. And when he was near enough to catch her scent, hell, his Dragon purred inside of him. The beast was completely besotted.

A Dragon purring! Who’d have thought that possible? Well, his was. Like a great big house cat. But Castor could not feel anything other than pride in his response to her nearness.