Dralle's Bride (Crystal Glass Dragons 4)

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Heather

Going back to the garage and working that Monday morning felt wrong.

Just miles away, less than half an hour of slow flight, there was a kingdom full of dragon shifters: one of them was a man who was my fated mate. How was I supposed to replace a broken brake pad when all I could think about was the way his hands knew my body?

The way he filled my body with so much heat, I felt like I’d combust.

Swallowing my feelings down, I tried to relax my body and mind.

My face had to betray me, though.

“You’re in a good mood today,” my brother Isaac noted.

My older brother, Richard, leaned his head around the hood of the car he was looking at and narrowed his eyes. “She does seem to be in a good mood.”

They circled in on me, both looking accusatory like I’d done something wrong.

“So, I’m smiling, who gives a shit,” I sneered. Hopefully, acting a little tough would get my brothers to back off. I felt like a posturing chihuahua, working hard to convince them I was big and scary even though the last week had proved I wasn’t.

“What are you smiling about?”

“Yeah, does that brake pad do standup or something?” Richard laughed.

I sighed and rolled my eyes at them. “Okay, good mood over. I’ll be miserable for you two.”

“Come on, don’t pull that shit,” Isaac laughed. “What’s going on?”

I considered telling them the truth.

‘Oh, nothing, I’ve just fallen for a prince of a magical dragon shifter kingdom who I’ve had visions about since I was six. A seer said we’re fated mates, and he wants to steal me away to live happily ever after.’

How ludicrous does that sound?

“Look, I’m seeing someone now.”

“Good for you!” Richard immediately congratulated me. He’d been in a good mood since his boyfriend moved from Springfield to live with him. I was thankful for his reaction.

“Wait, when did you meet this guy?”

“It could be a girl,” Richard offered. I shook my head.

“It’s a guy. I met him here.” Without thinking, I kept talking. “He’s actually the guy I used to have visions about.”

Isaac stopped what he was doing and stared me down.

“Wait- the man you used to have visions about?”

Shit.

I shouldn’t have said that.

My stomach rolled with nerves. “Yeah.”

“The one who always tore my throat out. You’ve met him.”

Turning towards me, he fixed me with a glare I’d only seen when someone stole his first motorcycle. This was pure anger, thick with fear.