Chapter Thirty-Six
A dragon I was just trying to put out of my mind, in fact.
He lands on the moss and turns into a very naked figure with a furious expression on his chiseled face.
“Nero,” I say, hyperaware of his nudity. “Don’t you have a whole empire to boss around now?”
Even with him a few feet away, I can smell his clean, woodsy scent. And that’s not all. My boosted olfactory system informs me that underneath is a warm, musky scent of something primitively male.
It takes all the willpower I possess to keep my eyes above his chest—though what I do glimpse looks beyond mouthwatering. Especially in ultra HD.
“You got between fighting dragons,” Nero growls, advancing on me. “Again.”
“And you got yourself killed in my vision, again,” I retort, refusing to retreat. “Do you see me bit
