Chapter 18
“We need food,” Drago stated several days later.
“You mean, we can’t live on love?” Carly teased as she placed the last dish in the cabinet.
Looking over her shoulder, she gazed at him with twinkling eyes. Drago wiped his hands on the dishtowel he was using to dry the last of their morning dishes. He tossed the towel onto the counter beside the sink, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her back against him.
A smile tugged at his lips when she giggled. Bending, he pressed a kiss to the mark he had left on her neck. He was amazed at how ‘normal’ their routine had become. If any of his guards had told him that he – Drago, King of the Dragons – would be doing such menial work and enjoying it, he would have laughed at them.
“Fruit and fish are not enough. I need energy
