Chapter Forty-Nine
All this time, I’ve wondered what Nero’s nature is, and he turns out to be a freaking dragon?
Unless that dragon ate him?
No. Those claws remind me of the way Nero’s hands sometimes look when he kills. Plus, there’s no mistaking those eyes—assuming one ignores their current enormous size. They’re the same blue-gray as always, with unnaturally (or perhaps totally naturally for his kind) thick limbal rings.
A dragon.
I thought I was done being surprised when a new mythological creature is thrown at me, but a dragon?
And Nero being one.
We kissed. We almost did a lot more than that.
Wait a minute. Is this why he said I wouldn’t be able to handle him? Does his dragon nature make intimacy extra rough or something? If true, that would be a legitimate concern.
Then som
