Chapter 9
“Noble dragons don’t have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive.”
―Terry Pratchett
“Grigori?”
The sound of his name on her lips had him turning to Madelyn in time to watch her tentatively step out of his office and walk towards him.
He couldn’t resist the need to hold her. He pulled her into his arms, taking comfort in the way she hugged him back. The sweet scent of her filled the senses, calming him and his dragon. He relished that she embraced him back, didn’t fight him. He may be old-fashioned in his wooing, as Rurik had often teased him, but he loved a woman who melted in his arms. A long moment later, she pushed back from a bit and spoke.
“What did he mean? About the Romanovs? Not . . . the Romanovs?” She raised her face and he ga
