““What are you going to do if you can’t challenge him?” I asked, ashamed of the pathetic tone of misery in my voice. Drake smiled. His lips curled up, and his eyes went dragon as the smile grew in a way that made me thankful he was on my side. “I am wyvern of the green dragons.” “Yeah, so?” “Such a look of confusion in your beautiful face. What do green dragons do best?” “You’re not going to make love to him,” I said, scandalized for a moment even though I knew Drake couldn’t mean that. He gave me a long-suffering look. “Hardly.” “Well, good. Because I told you once I don’t share, not even with another guy, although I have to admit that…um…never mind.” One of Drake’s eyebrows rose. “Such unplumbed depths to you. I’m afraid that particular fantasy will never be fulfilled. I hold what is mine. No others will have you.” I smiled at the slightly outraged glint in his eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s not a fantasy. I always kind of wondered what it would be like to have so much attention, but then I met you, and, well, I don’t think I could survive more attention than what you give me.” “That was the correct answer,” he said, his voice rich with smugness. “Uh-huh. OK, so back to Fiat…” I pulled my mind from the delightful sensations Drake’s hands and mouth were giving me, and thought hard. If he couldn’t challenge Fiat, what could he do? Drake was a man of many talents, but I couldn’t think of one that would help him get me back without some sort of fight between him and Fiat. And then the penny dropped. I started laughing, causing Drake to pause as he unbuttoned my shirt. “Figured it out, did you?” “I’m allowed to be a bit slow. I’ve had a hell of a day. So, my darling green dragon…what treasure of Fiat’s are you going to steal?””
