Rory stared at the guy she’d abducted from the battlefield. There was no reason to sugarcoat it. She’d straight up kidn*pped the dude. In her defense, it was Kimba’s fault. The dragon female had insisted the guy in the human spectacles, specified because surely there were other kinds of spectacles according to Kimba, was Rory’s mate and, therefore, needed to be saved.
So said dragon had swooped down and snatched up spectacle dude. And now, here they sat in the cave Rory called home, staring at one another. It wasn’t awkward at all.
“What is your name?” he asked. He’d been held in the talons of a dragon, taken into the dragon realm, and now looked into the eyes of a dark witch. Yet there wasn’t an ounce of fear.
“Rory,” she answered. She sat on a rock on the other side of the fire. It wa
