CHAPTER TWO
I blinked at the old man before I lifted my gaze to the bemused Ros. “Do you two need to be alone? Because if this is going to get weird…”
Ros stepped forward and smiled at the angry old man. “I don’t have a spare goat on me, but I do have some spare coins.”
He reached for his pocket, but the old man jerked his arms forward with more speed than I would have given him credit. The end of the cane smacked Ros’ hand, and the dragon yanked his hand back and frowned. “I’m just getting out a bag of coins!”
The old man shook his head. “I don’t want your coins! I want my Agatha back!”
I raised an eyebrow at Ros. “What’s going on here?”
He ran a hand through his disheveled but still handsome hair and sighed. “I accidentally left the gate open to his goat pen, and his favor
