Chapter Nine
Three expectant faces looked up at me from the sofa. I didn’t think this was how I was supposed to meet my mates, but tradition had never really suited me anyway. Rachel proved that.
“So, erm...I’m sorry I got so drunk last night,” I mumbled.
Hector smiled at me. “We run a bar, we’re pretty used to drunk dragons.” He had a slight accent I hadn’t noticed the night before, probably because I’d been too busy making an ass of myself.
“I know, but it wasn’t exactly a good impression on my part.”
“That’s true,” Todd muttered.
Oops, maybe trying to kick him out of his own bed hadn’t been a good move. I sighed. This wasn’t going so well.
“So...I’m your mate!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air as I said it. “Just thought I’d get that out there.”
“You don’t say!” Todd
