Lucy
I followed Yvonne out of the smaller room and looked across the room at the tall, broad man. He was taller than Matt and Tony, broader too. He reminded me of a football player, but he was dressed in combat gear like he was from the army. He didn’t carry a gun, but there was a belt of something slung across his chest that looked like crystals.
He also looked really upset.
“’Vonne, what the hell?” His voice was gruff.
I frowned and tilted my head at the name. Yvonne tutted.
“You’re going to make a bad impression on the little one. Put the dragon away. This is Lucy.”
He looked at me. For a moment, he seemed frozen. His eyes softened even as he set his jaw.
“You’re practically a baby.”
My face heated, and I ducked my head. Yvonne laughed. He gestured to the couch and let Yvon
