Chapter Eight

“It looks great!” Minerva raced from room to room, her happiness so bright it was like a semi-visible little bubble of joy had enveloped the petite she-Wolf.

Nicholas watched her with equal parts want and need. Slow was not the norm for their kind, and yet, he seemed to be operating on a level faster than Minerva. His Dragon was done searching. She was the one for him.

His topaz rose. His chosen. His maiden fair. His mate.

Es meus.

But why didn’t she seem to know it? He exhaled slowly as he picked up the list River had left him. Things had progressed much faster than he’d expected of the young Wolf he had only recently hired to work for Graystone Builders. Sunny’s brother had more than proven himself in the last few weeks. He was honorable, reliable, and he knew better than to leave his scent around the house of a Dragon’s mate.

He’d damn near laughed aloud when Minerva had asked him if all the bleach had been necessary, and he’d replied with some noncommittal answer about mold.