Dragon's Kiss (The DragonFate Novels Book 2) by Deborah Cooke

Author:Deborah Cooke [Cooke, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781989367407
Publisher: Deborah A. Cooke
Published: 2019-12-09T18:30:00+00:00

Bree felt such relief in entering Rafferty’s lair. That impression of being safe and sheltered, of having found a sanctuary, was so intense that she wished she could weep happy tears. She couldn’t insist any longer to Kris that she could walk. He felt her waver and scooped her right up. That she could feel so strongly in the home of a Pyr she didn’t even know also increased her interest in visiting Kris’s lair.

She might never leave.

She was impressed not only that Kris had friends, but that he could show up unannounced with her and be welcomed. Bree was painfully aware that she had no friends, and she was far from certain that even Kara would have been so helpful as this Pyr and his mate.

That made her wonder about vulnerability. She’d always thought it was a bad thing, but the interdependence that she saw between the Pyr made her yearn for something she’d never had. Was immortality worth the loneliness that accompanied it?

Rafferty was broad-shouldered and a little more sturdy than Kris. Bree’s sense was that he was older, although she didn’t know for sure. His hair was dark and long, and his eyes were filled with understanding. He didn’t seem to be very talkative, but was even more watchful than Kris. When he did speak, his voice was deep and slow, and even the sound of it was reassuring. Melissa was slender and mortal, and appeared to be efficient, organized and friendly. She looked faintly familiar to Bree, but Bree couldn’t figure out why.

Melissa led them upstairs to a bedroom with a large bright bathroom beside it. When Kris put Bree down, Melissa shooed him away. “Don’t worry about your clothes,” she said to Bree. “Leave them here and I’ll get everything cleaned. Just scrub yourself down and I’ll be back with that salve. You’ve got to be exhausted and sleep will be the best thing.”

Bree thanked her and undressed, leaving her boots outside the bathroom door, along with a pile of her clothes. She felt filthy as well as wounded and tired. She stepped into the shower with relief, avoiding her own reflection in the mirrors. She wasn’t ready to see the damage. She was just drying herself off when there was a tap at the door.

“Are you decent?” Melissa asked cheerfully.

Bree wrapped herself in a towel and opened the door. She turned her back on Melissa and sensed the other woman’s surprise when she dropped the towel.

“That must hurt,” the other woman murmured, then her cool fingertips landed on Bree’s back.

The most soothing warmth spread through Bree from the point of contact, filling her with goodwill. She could almost feel her flesh mending. “Oh! That feels wonderful.”

“Yes, Sloane knows his stuff,” Melissa said. “Hold still. You’re going to need a lot of this salve for those wounds.”

Bree stood and let Melissa tend her. “Where are you from?” she asked when the silence seemed to have stretched too long. “Your accent is half American and half British.

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