Made For A Dragon (Fae Dragons book 1)

Chapter Five

Bristol

On my planet, when two individuals found their mate there was none of this human hesitation. I just didn’t understand it. If you knew you were meant to be with someone then why would you fight against it?

But it seemed like human women were different to Fae women. And Avery seemed odder still. She had actually looked scared when I had told her to stay with me. Like she didn’t want my protection.

Or maybe she thought I couldn’t protect her. That I wasn’t a strong enough warrior? Maybe she thought I was incapable of making her happy. Which would be my entire job as her mate.

So I had given her some space, kind of anyway. She had almost caught me once or twice as I watched her and I had planned.

Planned something that I hoped would make her happy. Or at least I thought it would make her happy but then again what did I know about women? Especially human women.

I had been on this planet a year and I still knew next to nothing.

Humans were strange.

Human women may as well be a different species all together.

The show of her work , or at least the look on her face when I had told her said she was happy but me sending her a dress and shoes to wear? I wasn’t sure how that was going to go down. It wasn’t even like I didn’t like the way she dressed , I just wanted her to feel special.

Because she was special.

A sharp tapping on the tinted out windows of my sleek black car made me jump.

How the hell had she managed to sneak up to the car without me even realising? Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be her protector after all.

“How long have you been out here?” She stood there in the light drizzle as the sun set between the run down buildings. And for a second she was illuminated by light, like a halo. I was dazzled by her. Everything about Avery was bright. The stars paled in comparison.

And she took my breath away. Her hair was piled on top of her head, a few loose tendrils snaking down to lay against her neck. The black dress I had got for her clung to her curves, leaving nothing to my imagination but she had added her own stamp to the conservative dress. A brightly coloured silk shawl was flung around her shoulders. A flash of blues purples and pinks swirling like marble.

“You look beautiful.” I ignored her question. Beautiful didn’t even cover it. She looked otherworldly.

“Have you been here since I got home from work?” Avery asked again. It seemed that was another thing I should know about her. She wouldn’t let me dodge questions.

“Bristol.” She sighed hugging herself around the middle. “You should have come up. This neighbourhood isn’t the safest. I’m surprised your car even has windows left.”

“I didn’t want to intrude.” I said it quietly. There was so much about me that she needed to learn as well. Like I was the scariest thing to be in this city. Maybe even on this entire planet.

“Don’t be silly, I ….” She fell silent as I stepped into her space, the rain was coming down harder now and we would have to get into the car before we were soaked but first I wanted to greet her properly.

She squealed when my hands came down on her shoulders, but she didn’t move away. Instead her wide eyes met mine as I leant my forehead against hers.

“Mine.” I whispered.

“Just when I think you are going to do something normal like give me an hello hug you go and act strange again.” She laughed as she stepped back. Her words were harsh but her eyes were bright and dancing.

“Is strange a bad thing?” Walking around the cat I opened her door for her. Something I had learnt from watching romantic movies. It seemed to make the women in them happy.

She was silent for a moment as she settled herself against the warm leather, and then her face turned upwards, “no, I’m starting to thing strange isn’t a bad thing at all Bristol.”