I’d trust him with my life… unless a decision came down to my life or his.

He was a big, bad dragon shifter, a breed of male she realized took Neanderthal to a whole new level.

Do you have a thing against knights?” “Pretty boys who run around slaying dragons to save the fair maiden?” He let the sarcasm dangle for a moment. “Nah. I’m just not one.

You know telling someone not to worry is like telling the sun not to shine, don’t you?” she prodded. “It’s just going to keep shining anyway, because that’s what it does.

Nervous? He grinned. “A little. I have my virtue to consider.” She gave a little wiggle.