Teeear goord!"
"Excuse my son's manners, they are really good, though." Susan came forward to strong-arm Michelle into a seat while Annabel loaded a stack straight from the pan onto a plate in front of her. "Annabel's training as a chief in the fall so she's our dedicated cook at the moment... when we don't get lazy and order room service that is. I'm getting spoiled living here."
Michelle glanced up and found the dragon watching her. Determined to regain some of her composure, she held his gaze.
He swallowed his mouthful and smiled, displaying his intimidating teeth and fangs yet again.
It looked so absurd, a half-man, half-purple-dragon sitting at a kitchen bar in jeans and a black t-shirt with holes ripped in the back for his folded wings. Meanwhile, his obviously happy fiancé serve
