Did Peggy find my sister?
Was she okay?
Did someone else have the baby and find a way to ensure she got home safely?
What?
I need answers, and I need them from her.
I take a deep breath, and I do one thing I promised I would never do with a human.
I beg her.
“Please,” I say. “Please tell me, Peggy.”
Chapter Nine
Peggy
One.
Two.
Three.
In and out I breathe, focusing on making it through this moment and into the next.
He knows.
He knows about the oath.
I don’t know how or why, but the dragon seems to know that I’ve sworn an oath and that it means something. Apparently, it means something to him, too, because he’s looking at me like I hold some magical secret and right now, I want nothing more than to be honest with him.
I want to tell him everything.
I want to pour out my heart to this man who knows nothing about me.
I want everything.
There’s a small worn couch against one wall. I motion for the dragon to go with me to it, and he does. He doesn’t protest or argue or ask questions. He just follows me quietly and we sit side-by-side on the squeaky, squishy sofa. His naked body is so close to me that I could easily touch any part of him.
I won’t.
It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to.
Suddenly, it strikes me that there must be clothes in here somewhere. Somewhere in this cabin, that wolf shifter must have had clothes. Right? It’s a little late for that, though. I think we both understand that we’re past the point of modesty.
“I’m a janitor,” I whisper.
“You clean buildings.”
“Schools. Well, one school in particular.”
“Did something happen while you were cleaning?” He takes my hand in his, and he holds it. Somehow, this motion makes me feel calm and relaxed. I take a deep breath, and I nod.
“I went outside and I felt someone watching me. It was weird. I thought that maybe I wa
s going crazy, but I couldn’t shake the feeling.”