After Ragnar drove back to the city, a call came in when he extinguished the engine.
He picked it up while getting out of the car. The dragon princess’s voice came from the speaker.
“Hi, there, how do you like my present?” The princess chuckled at the other end of the phone. Which caused Ragnar to frown, “You mean your little husband?” he asked in a cold tone.
“Hey, only husband-to-be,” the princess retorted dissatisfiedly, and then said, “I am not actually marrying that moron! It’s so stupid! He sucks in bed too, you know. I can never understand how your little girlfriend put up with it!”
Ragnar pressed his lips. He hated his mate being dragged into this conversation.
“So I guess the wedding is off,” he said, and then asked, “What’s on your mind, Lennie? You saved my life once, and
