Her warm breath escaped in a soft exhalation against the back of his neck, and his dragon lifted its head, a rumbling purr of reptilian contentment escaping it. Vasili was confused more than ever by his dragon’s reaction to this mortal woman.
“I know what you are. I was a little afraid at first, but then you changed into a man, and you aren’t so frightening now. You are just—” She cut off whatever she had been about to say.
“I am what?” he asked.
“You are . . . well . . . this gorgeous hunk. That’s also a little intimidating, but in a different way.” She said the word hunk, and he did not understand her meaning. This seemed to confirm that Russian was not her first language.
“Hunk?” He couldn’t help but wonder if he was causing her some kind of pain.
“Oh, you’re probably too old to kn
