Craved by the Dragon (Stonefire Dragons 8)

"Wait, Killian still has dragon-shifter hormones, even without his dragon?"

Dr. O'Brien bobbed his head. "Of course. Dragon present or not, it's part of our biological functions. Much like how if a human has a hormone deficiency, they need to balance it to lead the best life. Dragon-shifter hormones are the same."

"I'm not a doctor, but would giving him a higher dosage maybe bring out his dragon?"

Dr. O'Brien didn't miss a beat. "More likely it would kill him."

"Oh."

"Any other questions? Otherwise, I have patients waiting."

Her dragon spoke up. Is it just me or has he been grumpier as of late?

To be honest, I have no idea. I've been too busy with everything else.

"Did you send the results to Stonefire?” Brenna asked. “Because I know Sid and Gregor will want the finer details."

"As soon as Teagan gives her approval, I will."

She nodded, and Dr. O'Brien and the nurse left the room.

Brenna had just sent a text message to Teagan, asking for a short meeting, when Killian's voice filled the room. "So, you're plotting to kill your husband already?"

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No sooner had the rolling hills and glass-covered lake faded into nothingness when Killian heard Brenna ask, "I'm not a doctor, but would giving him a higher dosage maybe bring out his dragon?"

"More likely it would kill him."

He vaguely listened to the rest of the conversation, but he couldn't push past the fact that even Brenna wished to change him back into the man he'd been.

Rationally, he shouldn't be angry about it. She probably felt obligated to help those who had taken her in and accepted her. What better way to do it than to bring back a central figure to the clan?

And yet, he'd pieced together that the old version of himself had never looked twice in Brenna's direction.

Not that it should matter. Attraction didn't mean anything beyond possibly great sex.

Still, his former life seemed lonely and empty. He had a feeling that even if he regained his memories and/or his dragon, he couldn't go back to that existence of work and nothing else.

If only he could predict what his personality would be at the end of all this.

As the doors closed and silence fell, he pushed past his thoughts and focused on his urge to tease. "So, you're plotting to kill your husband already?"

He opened his eyelids as Brenna's warm hand touched his forehead. He tried not to read too much into the concern in her gaze as she said, "You're finally awake."

"As my eyes are open and I'm talking, that's the easiest explanation."

Sighing, she continued to stroke his skin. "You're making it quite difficult to be nice to you."

"Nice is boring. I much prefer fire and fury."

She raised her brows. "Did you really just say fire and fury?"

"I thought females liked poetic expressions. It sounds better than angry and screaming."

"If screaming is what you want, I could easily oblige."

The corner of his mouth ticked up. "It would be a waste, though. Because when your cheeks flush with anger, I want nothing but to pin you to the wall and kiss you."