Jasmine stared at the dragon on the other side of the surgical bed. He wanted her blood. Somehow she didn"t think this was going to be the same as donating a pint at the local clinic. She edged away from him and the heinous bed. The girl in the cage whimpered.
"It"s quite a unique opportunity," he said as his gaze slithered down her body, "to have a dragon mate available for this."
She swallowed. "Why?"
He shrugged elegantly as he smoothly stepped around the bed. "When the world changed twenty some odd years ago—or was it thirty? Things do tend to blur when you"ve seen as many decades pass as I have—I needed to streamline our business interests in order to support my clan. It really is all about economics."
How old was he? It was hard to remember that dragons lived so much longer than
