Chapter 20
“Geez!” Evelyn shouted, snapping her gaze toward the sky and trying her absolute best not to stare. She was committed to Deacon, and she felt that even a stray glance at the dragon-shifter's physique would be a betrayal. But it didn't help that Malakor seemed entirely unbothered by his lack of attire, standing there with his heavy toolbox held over one shoulder like some legendary southern lumberjack.
“Uh, I’ll get him a pair of shorts,” Eileen stuttered. The Queen-to-be spun in a small circle, her mind completely discombobulated as she searched for a direction to run in.
“No need, I have clothes with me,” Malakor rumbled. He set his bag down with a heavy thud, reached inside, and pulled out a pair of rugged work pants and a faded t-shirt.
“You couldn’t have done that sooner
