Lightning flashed in Drago’s stormy eyes. “Sit. You promised to listen. Let me explain.” Dressed in his usual black from his head to his boots, he removed his pistols and placed them on the desk. A saber leaned against the wall behind him. The Dragon tugged gently on her tethers as the Mississippi hurried by. All that disturbed the silence was the shifting creaks of the vessel as she breathed.
DragonHe crossed his arms and rested a hip against his desk. Eva glowered in a chair facing him and crossed her arms over her chest in response.
Drago growled, then pushed from the desk and prowled over to her.
“I’m listening,” she snapped, pinning an icy glare at the wide expanse of his very impressive chest.
“You’re like a beautiful tempest when you are angry.” He cupped her chin. “At least loo
