Chapter Twelve

Sunny rinsed herself off and patted her skin dry with one of the fluffiest damn towels she had ever used in her life. Dragons really did have a thing about luxury.

Everything in Devine’s house was top quality, designer labelled, and name brand. Some stuff was so damn fancy, it did not even have a label. She was a simple girl at heart, having grown up hippie in the wilds of New Jersey.

She did not know Gucci from Prada to Nevada. Labels meant nothing to her, and she worried her lower lips as she went through his closet and found a silky button-down shirt to wear. The material was so light against her healing, but still-bruised skin, Sunny did not want to take it off. So she wore it and walked down to the small kitchenette in his wing of the property he shared with his brother.