Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
“Let your mate destroy him,” my wolf said. I nearly lost my shit again.
“She’s on my last fucking nerve,” I said to the room. “I’m about to shift just so Vemar’s dragon can temper her a little.”
“Hey.” Weston’s palm smoothed across my cheek. “We’ll deal with this soon, okay? I promise. We’ll get you shifting, and my wolf can help temper these primal surges. It’s not uncommon—you have a lot of power and no idea what to do with it. Mistakes happen.”
I nodded, unable to stop myself from leaning into his palm.
“Do you have time for her?” Weston asked Cecil, and his tone was much, much different. It was clear he wasn’t being an alpha with me a moment ago.
“Yes, I do. I have the big dragon and now the little wolf. Dick jackets with wings for all.” Cecil moved around, gathering fabric.
“Do you really have fabric with dicks with wings on it?” I asked in bewilderment.
“I have all the dick and a little vagine.”
Weston kissed my forehead. “You don’t need to keep Granny’s hours,” he murmured. “You’re not under her influence anymore.”
“I am, though. It’s a race. I need to unravel her company before the dragons kill me or she captures me again. This is not a vacation, Weston. I have no excuse to rest. I will win this battle between us, even though it will crush me to do so. She will not keep this enterprise alive.”
His plush lips thinned a little, but he didn’t respond. His thumb glided down my cheek before he pulled away.
“Stay out of trouble,” he told me seriously. “You were lucky it was Vemar. Any other dragon would’ve lost their head and reciprocated.”
“Other dragon would not have put up hands, and would now be dead,” Cecil said. “Lucky he only got it in leg, I think.”
Weston didn’t spare Cecil a glance, instead turning and sticking out his hand for Vemar. “Sorry about that. She’s learning.”
Vemar took it but shook his head. “She’s beyond learning. She’s starting to live. I’m here for it.”
Confusion filtered through the bond, but then Weston was gone, closing the door with a last look at me before he did.
I turned and noticed Vemar staring at me. “You didn’t tell him I told you he was your true mate.”
“I figured that might’ve gotten you in trouble. I’m not interested in causing more problems. Besides, I want to get some more information before . . .”
Before what? He told Weston I knew? Gave in to it? Rejected it?
I didn’t know.
“I just want to keep my head down and get my job done—” I cut off as Cecil tried to strip me. “Whoa, no.” I pushed him away. “Really? You don’t have a slip or something?”
Cecil stared at me. “I have slip. I have lots of slips. I have no idea where they are. You shifter, yes? You get nude a lot. I’ve seen all the boobs. Too many boobs. I don’t care about boobs. Vagines, peens, I don’t care. I just need measurements.”
“Do you need some scissors?” Vemar asked me, his eyes sparkling again.
Cecil put up a finger. “I find slip.”
Chapter 12
Aurelia
This library was glorious. I’d never imagined one so big and so perfectly laid out. Upon walking in, I stopped dead in my tracks in wide-eyed amazement at the sheer size of the space. With two stories and a domed ceiling arched over it, it had to be bigger than the square in my village. Little niches within the beams were covered in hand-painted murals. Shelves lined the walls on each floor, and wood columns were dotted between the stacks. Each section had its own rolling ladder, and the second-floor balcony, constructed of the same polished wood as the beams, ran around the perimeter of the room.
Plush rugs covered the polished wood floor, and several seating areas were placed around the room, each holding large and fluffy pillows. Various little nooks offered more privacy, many of them cleverly positioned between the stacks and outfitted with blankets and cushions for a cozy feel.
It was . . . sensational. Better than anything I could ever imagine. The sheer amount of knowledge contained in this one room.
Not only that, but it was organized perfectly. I was in heaven. It was all categorized, labeled . . . Everything made sense here.
Everything except the hidden romance room. That space was a nightmare. Nothing was labeled, and all the subgenres were grouped randomly. I wanted to peruse the titles, but the haphazard way they were shoved on shelves gave me hives.
I scoured the library for gardening books while I contemplated the true mate conundrum.
I put back the book I’d been looking at as footsteps sounded down below. Various village librarians wandered the stacks, it being still early and within their perusal hours. None of them were up in the nonfiction area.