Page 56 of Taught By the Dragon
Although, why she cared so much about telling Bronx that tidbit, she had no bloody idea.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Bronx slowly shifted back into his human form and did his best to maintain his balance until he could retrieve the cane Violet had left for him.
As he dressed, he replayed not only Percy ordering Gregor to help him, but also how she’d sat with him as his wing healed. She hadn’t chatted nearly as much as Violet, but together, they had made up a story about a dragon rescuing a cat from a tree, using his deft skills to do it, and proving to a princess he was the most skilled of all the dragons in the area. And he accomplished it despite having a slightly crooked wing.
They hadn’t been subtle. But watching Percy come up with the story at times, laughing with Violet, had made the time fly.
If she kept up her progress, Percy wouldn’t need him around much longer.
His dragon grunted.She’ll eventually heal, at least enough to be on her own. Of course she will. However, that doesn’t mean we won’t ever see her again.
Stop it, dragon. Just because she let her guard down for one afternoon doesn’t mean anything.
If you say so. Although if her dragon does finally come out long enough, I can tell if she’s meant to be ours.
He paused while buttoning his shirt.What do you mean if her dragon comes out long enough?
How did you miss it? Her pupils flashed to slits once, while she was telling the story with Violet.
What?
His beast sniffed.Yes, it happened. But that wasn’t enough for me to determine anything. I wonder if Percy even noticed.
Bronx ran a hand through his hair.Bloody hell, how did I not see that?
You were too busy mooning over her.
Shut it, dragon. I wasnotmooning.
His beast laughed a second before sobering.Regardless, you need to ask her about it.
I’ll ask, but I won’t force her. I’ll never force her to do anything, unless her safety is at stake.
His dragon didn’t argue, which meant he agreed.
He hurriedly attached his prosthetic, dressed, and went to find Violet and Percy at the local café. He spotted them sitting outside, both having tea and scones. Percy bit into hers and closed her eyes, bliss written across her face. When she swallowed, she opened her eyes, and her tongue darted out to the corner of her mouth to lick away a blob of jam.
The sight shot straight to his cock.
Shaking his head, he quickly thought of something boring, such as how he needed to clean the shed behind his house. Soon enough, his blood cooled, and he willed himself to stop thinking about Percy that way. His attraction to her was bloody inconvenient.
He approached the pair, and Percy smiled at him. Another bolt of heat shot through him, but he was careful not to let it show on his face.
She gestured to the remaining chair. “I had to keep shooing Violet’s fingers away, but I saved you a scone.”
He settled in the chair and quickly plucked the baked good off the plate. He took a bite and made an overly appreciative noise, knowing it would irritate his daughter.
Violet huffed. “That’s just mean, Dad.”
He made a show of swallowing, sipping the tea Percy had poured for him, and winked. “Flying works up an appetite. You wouldn’t starve your dear old dad, would you?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to starve anytime soon. Besides, I’m a growing dragonwoman. I need the extra food.”
“You could order some more, Vi.”
His daughter’s eyes widened. “May I?”
