DRACO: A Dragon Chef Romance (Finger Licking Monsters Book 1) by Layla Fae

Author:Layla Fae [Fae, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9: The Fern Flower

Draco

I should have remembered. Mixing personal and business matters never ended well. Case in point: Calli.

But Jo had put me in my place. The delusional idea that I might be her one true love had been wiped away with the help of her spit and those words I could not stop replaying in my head.

You? You were never a possibility.

It all boiled down to my true nature, of course. I wasn’t of this world, no matter how hard I tried to belong. I had no business making human women fall in love with me, especially seeing as I could never return their feelings.

Dragons did not mate with humans.

You were never a possibility.

And could I say in full honesty that my reasons for helping her had been selfless? Of course not. She was my conduit, first and foremost. The only reason I had noticed her was because she was useful. I had no right to make our relationship seem more than it ever could be.

You were never a possibility.

So why the fuck wouldn’t her voice shut up? Why did I feel as if someone had sliced my chest open, time and time again, whenever these scornful words replayed in my head? Why did I keep imagining what would happen if I burst into her room, grabbed her hair, and forced her to kiss me?

There was a knock on my door.

And now she was likely coming to inform me that she was moving out, and I had no leg to stand on. I would have to let her go. After all, what right did I have to stop her?

“Come in.”

Jo slipped inside, eyes uncertain, hands clasped nervously together.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Would you like to sit down?” I asked tiredly, knowing that she wouldn’t, just as she hadn’t wanted to sit down in my office that day ages ago. I had persuaded her then, but now, all the fight had gone out of me.

Jo surprised me by sitting on my bed. She picked a place as far from me as possible, true, but she sat down. Maybe she, too, was done fighting.

“Draco,” she started, and her voice sounded shaky and unsure. She took a long breath, huffed out, clenching her fists, and gave a sharp nod. “Okay. This is hard.” She took another breath, finally looking at me, and said: “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spat on you. And I shouldn’t have screamed at you. I’m your guest, and I behaved very rudely. You had the right instinct about me back then – I really don’t have manners.”

I watched her without blinking. The apology made things better, but all I wanted was for her to take back those words that were still lodged in my mind like a thorn – and she didn’t.

“Why are you looking at me like this?” she finally asked when I still didn’t say anything.

“Just waiting for you to grow a second head,” I said in a perfectly serious tone.

“What?”

“You just acted in a completely un-Rabbit-like manner. Rabbit apologizing? Admitting to being wrong? Unheard of.

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