“It’s not of my doing,” she snapped.
Drake looked aghast at the First Dragon.
He narrowed his eyes on the green wyvern. “I told you that Charity would be in my custody. No other was needed.”
“Someone’s up s**t creek,” Jim said sotto voce.
The green wyvern looked stricken, and stammered out, “We didn’t think it right to impose such a burden on you.”
“That is seriously annoying!” Aisling said, spinning on her heel and flipping her hair over her shoulder in the time-honored fashion of annoyed women before marching up the stairs. “I am so going to tattle on you to May and Ysolde.”
“Aisling!” Smoke escaped Drake’s nostrils as he gave his mate a potent glare.
She paused at the top of the stairs. “There are times when I wonder how you dragons survived all these centuries being so pigheaded
