Chapter 7
Morian nervously ran her hand over her already smooth hair. She had pinned it up in the neatly controlled chignon that she normally wore. She stood to the side of the transporter waiting for Kelan, Trisha, and Bálint to arrive. She refused to acknowledge that she was also waiting breathlessly for her first meeting with Paul Grove.
It didn’t seem to matter how much she scolded herself, her dragon or her symbiot about not thinking about the huge human male it was an impossible endeavor to ignore her excitement, restlessness, and hope. She couldn’t even sleep at night without dreaming about him. She swore it was a conspiracy between her dragon and her symbiot, though both acted innocent when she confronted them.
She wiped her hands on the slim folds of her gown. She had been temp
