Skyborn (Dragons & Druids #1)(19)

Logan didn’t look shocked, just firmly nodded. “Dragon magic. Sometimes we have prophetic dreams. Let me know if you dream about another one again, okay?”

I simply nodded, in shock that I had the ability to have prophetic dreams.

The top of the stairs opened into a swanky open loft. A kitchen lay against the far wall to the right, living area in the middle, and a large four-poster bed behind a shoji screen to the left.

As Logan led me to the bathroom, I wondered how he knew his way around this place so well. He was totally a player. I would be too if I looked that good naked. He turned to face me and I simply raised an eyebrow. “You sure know your way around here.”

He must have known what I was thinking, because he made a disgusted face. “Eww, no. For all intents and purposes, Eva is my mother. She’s known me since I was a youngling. Back when my parents were still alive.”

Oh. His parents were gone. Now I felt a little bad. “Okay. Cool.” I tried to act like I didn’t care, but then I thought it would be fun to mess with him. “Is Monica like your mom too?” I winked, taking the purple bikini from his outstretched hands.

He blew air through his teeth. “Monica was a really bad oversight. I blame Keegan and his heavy hand in mixing my drinks.”

I smiled and shook my head. Men. So predictable. Before I reached the door, his arm snaked out and grabbed mine, gently forcing me to face him.

“I’m not that kind of guy, just so you know.” His eyes were boring into mine, but all I could think about was the warm, light pressure on my wrist. My dragon sent a pulse of throbbing heat to my groin and I bit my tongue in an effort to distract myself.

“Okay,” I said.

He released my arm and shrugged. “Living forever gets lonely. You’ll see.”

My mouth popped open. “Excuse me, I think the club music is too loud. Did you say forever?”

Logan looked like he’d been caught. “Oh. I thought you knew. Or assumed. You’re immortal unless killed.”

“Fabulous,” was all I could say as I stumbled into the bathroom to wash liquor and wolf piss off of my body with magic black soap. Life was really taking me for a ride today.





5





AFTER SOAPING MYSELF head to toe in this weird black soap that had been shrink-wrapped in Eva’s top drawer, I dried off and put the purple bikini on. This was so not how I wanted to end this day—walking out in front of Logan and the bitchy Sophie in a freaking stripper bikini.

Logan’s voice came through the door. “Once Eva does the spell, I can give you my shirt. But you can’t have my scent on you for the spell.”

“Okay,” I said to the door. Frick! I hated this. I had a nice body. I mean, I was so pale you could see my blue veins, but that was the Irish in me. I was thin, not exactly athletic—things jiggled when I walked—but I liked what I saw in the mirror. Still, I didn’t have much self-confidence for this sort of stuff. My best friend from college, who was currently in Europe with her parents, called me Modest Mary because I was too serious with this type of thing. I didn’t own a cleavage shirt or shorts that let my ass cheeks hang out. God, I missed Jen right about now. She would crap herself if she knew what had been going on.

Logan was right outside the door. “Sloane, we gotta get this spell done. Especially now that your dragon scent is out in the open.”

I assumed I couldn’t wear any of Eva’s clothes either, because her scent would get stuck on me. The only scent I had was that of a Chinese sweat factory. The plastic I pulled this brand-new uniform out of smelled of cheap chemical clothes.

Logan grew impatient. “Sloane…”

“Alright!” I threw the door wide and strut out into the apartment, blowing past Logan and giving him a view of my ass. “I didn’t want to touch the old clothes for fear I would smell again, so I left them on the bathroom floor.” I couldn’t bear to look at him, to see his reaction.

Logan didn’t speak. I was halfway across the loft, headed for the staircase, and didn’t hear him following me. Finally, I risked a glance over my shoulder and saw him watching me with green dragon eyes, no mistaking the desire in his gaze. When he saw me looking at him, he cleared his throat and charged after me.

“It’s fine. She’ll burn the clothes.”

I smirked, enjoying the effect I had on him. It was probably the same effect all decent-looking women had on him, but still, a girl could dream. As we made our way down the staircase, I decided a joke was in order. “You know this uniform is growing on me, and after seeing those full tip jars, I’m thinking of applying here.”

Logan’s husky voice sounded behind me. “You would bankrupt every man in this place.”

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. Logan Sharp was a charmer. I would give him that.

When we walked back into the office, it was empty of the pack. Only Eva remained and she was hunched over a table full of jars and crystals, grinding something into a mortar and pestle. I approached her slowly, unsure, and she must have sensed me, because she set down what she was doing and turned around.

She scanned up and down my body. “If you’re ever in need of a job, you can dance here.” She winked.

“Never gonna happen,” Logan’s serious voice boomed behind me.