Definitely Not In My Job Description

Kane's eyes snapped open. The words were soft, barely audible above the rainfall, but unmistakable.

"What did you say?" Kane whispered, turning toward Cyrus.

He found himself face-to-face with the dragon, mere inches separating them.

In the dim light filtering through the curtains, Kane could make out Cyrus's features—his brow furrowed, lips slightly parted.

He'd never seen Cyrus like this, so vulnerable and unguarded.

Cyrus's restlessness intensified. His shoulders tensed, fingers clutching at the sheets.

A low rumble escaped his throat as he shifted again, one arm flinging outward and nearly striking Kane.

Kane hesitated, unsure if he should wake him. He inched back toward the edge of the bed, giving the dragon more space.

The queen mattress, barely adequate for two grown men, creaked under their combined weight.

Thunder boomed outside, rattling the thin motel windows, and Cyrus flinched in his sleep.