Chapter Forty
“Do you think the writer is a dragon like you?” She asked, looking up at me through her long dark lashes.
“No.” I said, shaking my head as I toyed with a loose strand of her hair. “I don’t.”
“But how do you know he’s not?”
“Trust me, he’s not.” I said, trying not to smile at her.
“But how do you know it? Do you have some sort of dragon spidey sense? Is it a dragon thing?”
“A dragon thing?”
“Yeah, like you know they’re not because you just know.” She said, shifting around so that she was facing me.
I gave in to the smirk that pulled at my lips. Her question was a reasonable one, not that I had expected her to be curious about other dragons. “If I met them in real life, I’d be able to tell you for sure. Shifters don’t smell like humans.”
“Wait... I smell?” Her nose wri
