Dragon Mob: A Powyrworld Urban Fantasy Romance (The Lost Dragon Princes Book 3) by Tiffany Allee & Danae Ashe

Author:Tiffany Allee & Danae Ashe [Allee, Tiffany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamkeeper Publishing
Published: 2017-06-15T16:00:00+00:00

Domenica woke from a most blissful dream, then opened her eyes and looked at the heated body cradling hers.

Not a dream.

In many ways, she still felt like she was getting to know the man that she had agreed to marry. Yet in others, she felt like she understood him perfectly. And he understood her as well. She traced his jawline with her fingertip, and his eyes snapped open.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she murmured.

He arched a brow at her. “What will you do with me now that I’m awake? And hungry.”

He pounced on her, and she giggled. It was a long while before they managed to get out of bed. And together, they meandered down to the kitchen.

“Are you thinking cereal, or should we actually cook something?” she asked, trying not to sound hopeful about the cereal. She was talented in many ways, but cooking wasn’t one of them.

Gian gestured for her to be silent, and she stilled. Listening.

Finally, she heard it. Arguing, from the sounds of it, although she couldn’t make out many of the words. But there was no mistaking her Giancarlo’s name.

She followed Gian out of the kitchen, through the dining room, and into the Spadaros’ impressive entryway. There, Don Spadaro argued with a tall, lean woman. The Don was obviously upset and trying to keep quiet about it. But his aggravated whispers did a piss-poor job of keeping whatever this was a secret.

The woman’s gaze moved to them as they entered, and the Don turned to look at them as well. The woman’s eyes slid over her, and then Gian, assessing.

Domenica narrowed her eyes and did some assessing herself. The woman was in her mid-thirties if Domenica had to guess. She was tall—at least five foot ten and wearing heeled boots, besides. Her long black hair fell straight down to the middle of her back. And her leather jacket and steely eyes said warrior, despite the dressy clothes beneath.

“Here’s the couple now,” the woman observed. Her gaze flashed back to the Don. “You cannot keep me from them. He is your adopted son, true. But he is one of ours now that he has refused the invitation.”

“Refuse the invitation?” Domenica asked, then wished she hadn’t. The woman’s cool gaze flashed over her, and Giancarlo went stiff next to her. Whoever this woman was, she had a feeling that she knew something Domenica didn’t.

“The invitation to visit Homeland.” Her lips quirked. “Of course, getting into Homeland is sometimes far easier than leaving. However, since you have turned down the invitation, you are now my problem to deal with.”

“Excuse me—” Domenica started, then stopped talking when Gian touched her shoulder. She looked up at him, and he shook his head.

The woman stood straighter. “I represent the Shadow Mob, of course. I am called Lydia.”

It took every bit of willpower Domenica had to keep her expression from revealing the shock she felt. Of course. The mysterious Shadow Mob wasn’t unknown to her, although she had never known anyone to have any direct dealings with them.

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